#you know there's a person here that keeps fucking up the time schedule thingy

[raggydollsscreenshots]

Posting screenshots from The Raggy Dolls every day until ITV puts it on ITVX: Day 184:

[cybersunnie]

the look of love | collection

RAFE CAMERON meets the new art teacher.

includes fem!teacher!reader / uncle!rafe / reader goes by "miss sugar" / fluff / grumpy x sunshine / family dynamics / safe to read! / wc 1.5k

Sarah already had her own family. Two rascals, Jackson and Josie. Meanwhile, Rafe didn’t. He had no kids. Nada. Zero. And he planned to keep it that way for a while.

As much as he loved his niece and nephew, they depleted his desire to have any. They were both rowdy and talkative and an awful lot like their parents. 

It scared him. 

He didn’t need more John B’s and Sarah’s walking the earth. Those little devils.

And yet, he was on his way to pick them up from school.

He never had to before. It was typically JJ, Kie, or anyone who wasn’t him. But apparently, the Pogues were more swamped than usual and had a ‘customer issue’ at their little Surf Shop. Whatever that meant.

Safe to say, Rafe wasn’t too thrilled about it. He was a busy man—the CEO of Cameron Development, to be exact. Children didn’t fit in his schedule. At least, that was what he told himself on the lonelier, quieter days. But family was family, as his dad always said. So, when his sister had called him, pleading, he reluctantly agreed. 

When he pulled into the pick-up zone, driving along the curb, he spotted his niece and nephew. They were hard to miss, not only because they were the only kids in front of the school, but because of the woman accompanying them. You. 

With the sweetest smile Rafe had ever seen, you stood between them, hands clasped behind your back, your eyes darting between the two children as they talked over each other. 

Rafe stopped in front of them and rolled the windows down. The youngest of the two, Josie, was the first to notice. 

An exaggeratedly loud gasp left her lips, her eyes wide. “Uncle Rafe!” 

That set off a chain reaction. 

Jackson looked up, his brows furrowed. “Uncle Rafe?” 

Rafe didn’t know if he should feel offended.

Then, your gaze shifted away from the kids, meeting his eyes through the passenger window. Time slowed. He saw your smile soften, and you waved at him. His heart lurched out of his chest, the feeling foreign and borderline uncomfortable. 

What the fuck?

But he didn’t have time to dwell on the feeling as his niece and nephew rushed towards his car.

“Uncle, uncle, uncle,” Josie chanted, panting like she ran a mile. “You’re pickin’ us up?”

Jackson stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You never pick us up.” 

Damn, what was this kid’s problem?

“Yes, Josie. And, well, they’re busy at the Surf Shop,” Rafe sighed, unlocking the car doors to let them in. “So, you guys got me for today.”

Through the rearview mirror, he watched the children clamber into the vehicle, feet kicking and hands flying as they argued about trivial matters—I always sit on the left side! So? I got in first. You’re being a butthead! I’m telling mommy you called me a butthead!—and so on. He chuckled, his lips curving into a grin.

Suddenly, you spoke, “They’re special, huh?” 

Your voice was warm and inviting. He didn’t know a person could sound so lovely.

When Rafe looked at you, he forgot how to speak. Every word he knew? Gone. And you barely did anything. You were just standing before the passenger door, staring back at him. He couldn’t help but notice the smudge of orange paint on the bridge of your nose. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he ultimately said, nodding.

You extended your right hand out to him through the open window. He saw more dried paint on your fingertips. “I’m Miss Sugar, the new art teacher here.”

Ah, that explained it. 

“Rafe.” He shook your hand, his eyes locked on your face. Your hand felt soft but far from fragile. “Rafe Cameron.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you beamed.

Did you ever stop smiling? Your cheeks should be hurting at this rate. 

He nodded, letting go of your hand before he looked like a creep. “Pleasure’s all mine.”

“Oh, Uncle Rafe,” Josie called, rummaging through her backpack, “me and Jackson made a paper chain thingy with Miss Sugar! Look, this one’s you!” 

He turned his head, eyes squinting at the paper doll chain she held up. Josie explained they made it during the after-school program, where she and Jackson spent a few extra hours each day. There were nine cut-out paper dolls, with what he assumed to be Josie at the start and him at the end. It was rough around the edges, but what did Rafe expect from a five-year-old? And the longer he stared at it, Rafe figured he was a last-minute addition, his hand glued to Sarah’s doll, the paper there wrinkled. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw you tilt your head into his car, looking at the kids. You seemed proud. It made him wonder what it felt like to have someone be proud of him.

“That’s really nice.” Rafe looked at his niece, who grinned brightly at his praise. He then stared at the frowny face drawn on his doll. “Why’s everyone smiling except for me?”

“Because you’re always grumpy,” Jackson replied bluntly. 

Little Josie slapped a hand over her mouth and erupted in giggles. Of course, his nephew was the one behind it.

Seriously, did this kid have a vendetta against him?

“Okay, you—” Rafe caught sight of your amused expression, and he bit back his words, “—I’m not always grumpy.”

You tried to cover up your laugh with a cough. “Yeah, he doesn’t look grumpy right now,” you defended, though it was far from convincing. Then you shot him a wink, and the gears in his mind stuttered and fell apart. Were you flirting with him? Or was it more of an ‘I got your back’ sort of wink? 

Fuck, why did he even care? He needed to pull himself together. 

“Anyways, I have to get back now,” you sighed, and the kids protested almost immediately. He saw a frown tug on your features, and you moved to the backseat window, cooing a mix of ‘I know’ and ‘I wish I could stay longer’ that eased their complaints. Eventually, you moved to the passenger window again, telling him a sweet, “Get home safe.”

Rafe felt himself having to fight back a smile. “Thanks.” 

You pursed your lips, your fingers tapping the window seal. “Don’t be a stranger, Rafe Cameron,” you said, stepping back from his car.

Jackson and Josie shouted their goodbyes to you before he could respond, but your words rang in his ears. Don’t be a stranger. He watched you wave to him and the kids before turning on your heel, your long skirt dancing around your legs as you made your way to the school’s entrance. Once you disappeared behind the door, he eased off the brake and pulled out of the pick-up zone.

As Rafe drove the kids home, the wind whipped through the open windows, the music on the stereo hummed softly, and his niece and nephew whispered to each other in the backseat. What about? He didn’t know, nor did he want to know. But he suspected they were up to no good. 

Josie cleared her throat with an over-the-top ahem, ahem! “Uncle Rafe?”

“What?”

She didn’t waste another second. “What you think of Miss Sugar?”

Rafe stared hard at the road. He had many thoughts about you: beautiful, messy, stunning, smiled too much, gorgeous. 

“Uh, she seems nice,” he answered, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Why?”

“Just wondering!” Josie chirped.

Silence fell between them.

He thought that would be it, and then he heard more whispering. Dread flooded his body. Rafe tweaked the stereo volume higher. They hadn’t caught that you piqued his interest, right? No, that would be ridiculous. They were kids. They would be none the wiser.

At least, he thought so until his niece asked, “Do you think she’s pretty?”

No wonder the Pogues called her Nosy Josie. It all made sense now. And, of course, he thought you were pretty. Who wouldn’t?

Rafe sucked in a breath, scratching his brow. “I’m not answerin’ that.”

Jackson grumbled, “I told you, Josie.” 

“You didn’t!” 

And a new argument ensued. But for once, Rafe was content listening to their high-pitched shouts because that meant the attention was off him. He didn’t want to be pestered about you any further. If Josie had kept pushing, he feared he would be sent down a rabbit hole, you consuming his thoughts.

But maybe he had already fallen down the rabbit hole. He was just too busy denying it.

Soon, Rafe arrived at their home, and the kids hopped out of his car and ran to their parents. Sarah thanked him for picking them up as John B took them inside—Josie sat on his hip, with Jackson walking beside him. He brushed it off, even offering to pick them up from school more often. His sister looked surprised and a little skeptical, but she didn’t question his change of heart. 

While Rafe Cameron didn’t have time for children, he could make time for you.

sunnie speaks! i realized miss sugar is barely in this WHOOPS!!! but i hope you guys found his dynamic w jackson and josie fun, haha! i sure had a fun time writing it :D let's chat about rafe cameron / teacher!reader

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[rzyraffek]

Heyyy you probs already know who this is but could u pls do slashers reacting to their s/o (who is an age regressor) asking them to be their caregiver :3!!

Ty ur amazing🙏🙏🙏 - ur Agere follower 💗🙏

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT😭 school gives me no free time! Anyways here's your request!

(Caregivers are basically people who take care of age regressing person (in this context) )

Info: they/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers being s/o's caregivers

Jason Voorhees

Dude already acts like you're a baby, so he wouldn't mind doing it more often

When s/o asked him about being their caregiver dude kinda didn't expect that? You trust him to take care of you? THE Jason Voorhees?? Yay💖

He enjoys taking care of s/o whether they are age regressing or no

He doesnt even need to know what is age regression and how it works. Jason just vibes

Will absolutely spoil them btw

9/10 sweet guy

Micheal Myers

👍

Dude doesn't care

He is a bully and probably thinks that "You are already acting like a crybaby🥱 so whats the diffrence"

Tbh he always vibed more with kids than adults cuz they often judge him for all the 'killing innocent people' ugh. So he doest really mind s/o age regressing

The cons are that he is acting like old grandad who has no clue how to child

The pros are that he will throw hands if somone is rude (tbh they dont even need to be rude towards s/o they just have to look at them for too long)

He sometimes doodles with s/o! You guys have similar artystyles😭

4/10 evil

Brahms Heelshire

Funfact! I refuse to belive that name Brahms fucking exists, tf is that name, it doesn't sound like an acuall name but some made up shit

Dude is kinda worried that he will do something dumb while s/o is regressing. Like what if he sets kitchen on fire or something😭

Makes all schedule for little s/o😊 when there's nap time, when to eat, ect. Cuz he would get so lost without the plan

Picks s/o up like sack of potatos

6/10 pookie tried

Billy Lenz

👁👁

BRO GETS MORE ALONG WITH S/O WHILE THEY ARE REGRESSING HELP😭😭😭

Dude is simple minded, and childish and

Yeah he sucks at taking care of s/o, like how could he know that little humans need to be taken care off???? Like??? Why would he give them food? Dude bearly knows how to boil water

Exept all 'taking care of s/o' thingy he is a good at keeping company! He shares snacks and watches cartoons with s/o!

Sometimes he likes to pretend that he's a rat and he bites their legs during nap/sleep time (he doenst care if they are regressing or nah he just does that)

2/10 will hiss

Vincent Sinclair

Has siblings, hes knows how to child

Makes nice food and will spoon feed s/o if necessary

Very good at reading emotions so if s/o isn't very talkative... dude knows what's up

Infodumps them about pokemon games and lets s/o play on his old Nintendo DS

10/10 knows how to child

Bo Sinclair

Definitely dad vibes

Picks you up and goes 'ew a child' and after few days hes like 'if something happens to them I'm going to kill everyone in this room then myself'

Tbh he kinda lets himself be silly around little s/o cuz they won't judge or tease him for it

Dude absolutely picks them up and play-fights alot btw

6/10 b(r)o

All x reader tags are purley to reach bigger audience!! I used 's/o' cuz thats what anon wanted🥱

[borderline-culture-is]

TW: Vent

BPD culture is WHY DID I THINK I'D BE ENOUGH? Of course I fucking wouldn't be. What the fuck? My fp has a fucking boyfriend! Fucking fantastic!!!/s I'm aro, I don't have romantic feelings for them, I shouldn't be upset at all, but here we fucking are. They always try to make me feel safe, they wrote me fanfiction, they send me "I love you more" messages, and I get constant affection and I feel weirdly betrayed because what the fuck??? How? Why? I'm not that shocked because they are amazing and deserve the fucking world but also, they never brought that up. And I feel so fucking betrayed because I would slit my wrists for this person and they are the best fucking thing to ever happen to me and I thought it was mutual because I got so much affection and I thought they told me I'm their favourite(besides their sister and dogs) but now maybe my brain was just exaggerating and maybe they did but what the actual fuck?!?!?! Why is there a person more important than me again??? WHY ME AGAIN??? It's similar to the situation with my ex fp but now I actually get affection. But maybe it was all a fucking lie, not like I don't deserve it. It was just today that they completely freaked out when they thought I was mad at them and the message I got was so similar to the ones I would send but apparently everything was a fucking lie. I'm not the first choice again. But this time I actually believed wholeheartedly I was because I'm dumb as fuck. But no, it's okay, there's just someone higher up in the hierarchy. Fantastic. I thought I was the most important but of course I'm fucking not. Who's surprised. Me. Somehow. It was expected. I got told shit along the lines of "people sometimes feel like additions. Not you though" and apparently I wasn't the least additiony person. THEY SENT ME THEIR SCHEDULE WITH TIMES THEY COULD/COULDN'T TEXT BUT APPARENTLY I WAS NOT THE FIRST CHOICE. They texted me so much and always ended their day with sending me a goodnight message because we texted until they fell asleep. But maybe they stayed up to talk to their boyfriend after they were done with me. It would make sense. HOW DIDN'T THEY TELL ME THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND??? Everybody I care about knows about them. But they couldn't tell me they had a fucking boyfriend??? They weren't even excited to talk about the guy at all but they felt excited to talk about their dogs a few weeks back(they said they weren't in a ranty mood today). I feel bad for hoping they don't actually care about their boyfriend, but I just want to be the most important. They said they have notifications for when I post. But apparently I'm not that important. I literally got a text that said "i would take all of you so that nobody else could have you, and would display your body on an altar so that people are forced to come and worship you like a god" but apparently they have a boyfriend. Great. Fantastic. And then we were sending each other the excited random letter thingy(ex. ofnsudjdyxjsnjscojc) while I was sobbing. And now I have to talk to them like they didn't just completely break my irrational as fuck heart. I have to act like seeing their notifications doesn't feel like being stabbed repeatedly because I was pathetic enough to believe I was important enough for them to be their favourite. It's okay, that's going to be fine/s(also I just noticed how I wrote some of the things they will probably keep doing in past tense and that felt like a punch in the gut)

-💜🥀🔪

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Hi there. Can I request a poly relationship with Albedo, Xiao and Scaramouche ? A mix of fluff n a pinch of smut is this possible ?

First of all, what the fuck gave you this wacky idea? I thought at first, wow, this is so random, how did they think this. But then upon making the banner- IT'S ALL MY HUSBANDS IN ONE FICNWOFHLSNDLKSBSOANA

I'll do my best but oh gawd, I'm just so baffled right now HAHAHHA- brain juice GONE

Three Shorties Convention

Poly Relationship with Scaramouche, Albedo and Xiao... (event masterlist)

HOW?!

Three individuals from three different nations somehow collated to love a single human, that of which is you. With how wide your range is for such individuals, we can greatly assume that you are an adventurer travelling the world.

You first met Scaramouche who was undercover, on the way to Mondstadt/Liyue through boat. As he was in the down low, he made sure to act friendly to avoid suspicion. When he heard you were on the same path, he thought of using you as an alibi.

The next person you came across was Xiao when you were passing by the Inn. You heard of the Adepti residing in the area and wanted to ask for blessings as your journey would be much more confusing and dangerous. You lit up incense and a small prayer before leaving.

The last person you met was Albedo. Mond was your last destination before you laid low again until your next long expedition, and you were looking for Alice who you met long ago during your expeditions. You last heard about Mond from her and wanted to talk to her about your adventures but ended up empty.

What made them stay/intrigued? For Scaramouche, he saw you messing with the meteors and your theories, your disarrayed thoughts and ideas somehow made sense when he looks past the lines. And you ended up being the reason he found the large piece of meteor in that... island thingy.

For Xiao, it was the incense I mentioned earlier. It was something you got as a souvenir from a commission in Inazuma, and the scent it gave off brought him to Teyvat Nirvana, the voices silent and his body soothed. His curiousity got the best of him as he tracked your path.

And finally, you first piqued Albedo's interest when you mentioned your affiliation with Alice, and when he listened to your stories (you forced him to listen since Alice was not there) it remindee him greatly of his master.

All of them were attached so badly that on your way to the wilderness one day, the three of them ended up confronting you in some kind of JJBA way with you in the middle. Their Visions and weapons were raised in worry until you identified how you knew them all.

And when they found out of each other's interests towards you, they grew more wary but turned to you: who was busy picking up a mint flower to truly understand what's going on.

"I like all of you!" Somehow all three of them were smart enough to realize that you hold at least a drop of endearment for each of them.

It was supposed to be a silent competition, that then ended up to an ambiguous relationship through coexistence. The problem here is: all four of you barely understood the grounds of a proper relationship, and delved deeper into this polyamory without a second thought.

Equal Thirds

Oh geezus, this is the most confusing setup you've been through. Having to juggle between three continents, three men, three different occasions. They were so petty to the point that your schedule must be split EQUALLY or else the other two would ambush the place you would be in.

Albedo is the busiest and lax when it comes to your "relationship schedule." As a person of Alchemy, he takes days buried deep into his research and he is more than thankful for the existence of a schedule, as he struggles with the maintenance of human relations a concrete time and day for when he is needed balances this. Albedo requests your presence during the period after his major experiments where he wishes to unwind and empty his brain of the equations and machinations. His type of love deals with comfort and distraction.

Xiao has the most free time in your relationship in terms of work, but he is also the one tied down strictly to his code of conduct. His time with you comes from your visits to Liyue and he will always be by your side whether you're in the outskirts or within the mortal realm. His type of love, ironically, is filled with longing touches and whispers of adoration for your strength and light that silences the voices in his head.

Scaramouche is the neediest boy in this bunch, the most mortal of them and the farthest from your reach. Your relationship is a secret to everyone especially the Fatui, but he makes sure that every agent in Liyue and Mond does not lay a hand on you or else he's breaking that same limb. Your time with him comes when HE comes over no matter where you are or what you do. His 'love' is filled with materialism and feisty aura, revelling in strenght and power dynamics.

When you're in charge of the schedule is the rare times that all three of you are together, because you plan your expeditions well in par with their seemingly conflicting schedules. Soon enough you four would be a whole team of travellers going around Teyvat to indulge whatever curiousities you lay upon.

"Circus Festival in Fontaine? Sign me and my three boys the fuck up. No complains, I know you're free."

Camping and travelling with them is sooo convenient too because they're all incredibly strong in constitution and battle. You only need to hang back and watch as they bring you a fireworks of elements, which are thankfully not very harmful against each other.

You're NEVER hurt or even TOUCHED when they're with you, they always have keen eyes for danger and always stick close to you to make sure you are safe. But on a RARE occasion that you DO get hurt, they have a formation: Albedo is tasked in retrieving you, Scaramouche is the backup in clearing a safe area for possible first aid, and Xiao lets all hell break loose once you three are gone.

They help out as much as they can whenever you all go out to camp but ultimately it ends up being some kind of adventuring class for the three of them since you're the master in this field.

Cute stuff: You never keep watch because they always want to cuddle, so one would be up and the other two would be cuddling you on both sides, and the rounds would switch between them while you have your beauty nap.

Albedo is pretty chill with the other two, but Scaramouche and Xiao seem to have a tension between them due to his Harbinger status. Xiao is wary and protective of Albedo because of the knowledge of his background coming from Morax. And all three of you deal with Scara's chattiness.

Your Pet Names for them! Scaramouche: Darling; Xiao: Sweetie; Albedo: Beloved. If you go beyond that, they start to see favoritism so you picked them carefully.

Their Pet Names for you! Scaramouche: My Dear; Xiao: Beloved; Albedo: Sunshine.

Soon enough, their soft rivalries turned into friendly coexistence and they would start to at least see each other in a better light besides acquaintances. While nothing physical or lovey-dovey would happen between them as they only ever see you in that way, they develop respect and slight trust. Competition long gone as it dissolves into compassion in protecting you and giving you the loving you deserve.

@albaedhoe @struggljng @heisenwurst @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @kookieyachi @struggljng @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22

Softcore under the cut! No looking, my children

In this relationship, individual and multiple participating intercourse is normal, and they happen when all parties involved are ever comfortable. With the fact that you'll change continents in mind soon after, the boys have their little rituals with you.

The most prominent of all would be Scaramouche's signature hickey on your neck. He sucks it hard enough to make it stay for WEEKS, so that when the other boys move to kiss you on your neck, they see the apparent mark and groan to themselves in defeat. It was your sensitive and ticklish spot, and he makes sure he owns it.

For Albedo, he almost always (probably in a kink way) do it with you on a surface that's NOT the bed. Table, chair, sofa, his lap, it seems that the bed is a sacred place for rest. And he usually ends up doing it when he is about to finish his work, hence the convenience of such furnitures. You were conditioned to the point that if you even just innocently lean on a furniture, your mind and body immediately snaps back to those moments, making you back off with a flushed face.

Xiao is the most innocent and yeet friskiest of them all. He loves to litter you with kisses all over your body, no bites and no scratches, just innocent flutters of his lips that makes you tingle. But such moments of lovemaking... seem to always happen on the Inn's balcony. Most of the time it's when the door leading there is closed for the night, but you were sure there were occasions that someone at least knew or saw what was happening, but you two were too drowned in pleasure to notice.

Whenever all four of you were to participate, safe words are always emphasized. Because you're suffocating right after between their bodies with all holes filled to the brim with them. Usually the formation goes as: Albedo behind you, Xiao in front and Scaramouche in your mouth. They may switch up when you still have the stamina but that's their default order, and yes, you orgasm multiple times and are overstimulated a lot. To the point that you're getting used to it.

It's a golden rule to always shower before and after your session, and they would be very caring and gentle during aftercare. With this arrangement, you always have a large bed rented or in your arsenal for a huge cuddle session at night.

[marvelous-harry]

Harry floss reader blurb for tonight , Harry been doing some shows away from where they all live, finally due home floss having reader tied up ready for him as a welcome home? Smut smut smut 🥵🥵xx

Homecoming Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 3.2k Warnings: Dom!Harry, Dom!Florence, Sub!Fem!Reader Summary: Harry's been away on tour but manages to schedule in a stop at home. He and Florence surprise you with his homecoming. A/N: Thank you so much for over 500 followers!! This blog has grown so much I somehow missed hitting 400, it's insane!! Thank you!! And keep sending in blurb and other requests, I've been having so much fun writing lately and it's all thanks to your ideas! It took me so a few days to write this and now we're almost at 600. You guys are insane. Thank you! x

"Darling, I want to play," Florence said as she came in from the kitchen carrying a cardboard box.

I quickly looked at her and nodded eagerly. "I want to play too!" I replied as I scrambled off the sofa, shut the TV off, and hurried over to her.

Florence grinned at my eagerness. "Let's head upstairs then," she said and took my hand.

Grabbing it, I squeezed her hand excitedly. "What are we going to do? Will you fuck me? Can I eat you out? Or can we try that new vibrator thingy cause that looked a lot of fun," I rambled as we walked up and into the bedroom.

"I've got a plan," she said and put the box on the bed.

"Oh?" I asked and looked at the box. "What's the plan?"

"You'll find out," Flossie grinned before pulling me in for a kiss.

Closing my eyes, I put my hands on her waist as we made out excruciatingly soft and slow. Lifting my hands as she took off my hoodie, I tried to kiss her again but she shook her head no.

Florence grabbed the hem off the tank top and took that off as well. "So beautiful," she said as she stroked her hands over my boobs and flicked her fingers over my nipples.

"Flossie," I moaned and squirmed, trying very hard to be good.

"So responsive," she grinned as she moved her hand down and started pushing down my sweatpants and my panties in one go. Flo got down on her knees and took off my socks as well when she helped me step out of my clothes.

Getting back up again she took my hand and let me over to the bed. "On your back, please," Florence rubbed my bum, teasing a finger over my crack before pulling away. "Go on," she urged when I didn't move right away.

Crawling on the bed, I laid down on my back and put my hands on my stomach as I wondered what she was going to do.

Florence picked up the box and opened it and grabbed a hot pink roll of bondage tape. "I ordered this a while back and it finally came! I thought we could try it," she smiled as she found the edge of the tape and opened it. "It's made for bondage so it won't pull on your skin, hair, or anything like that," she explained as she ripped off a small piece and stuck it down on my leg. She patted it down before ripping it off again. "See? You want to try?"

"Yes please Flossie," I replied with a few nods.

Florence got up on the bed and straddled me. "Wrists together," she ordered as she opened the tape again.

Holding my wrist up to her, I loved the sound the tape would make when she pulled it out.

Flo wrapped the tape around my wrists several times before ripping it. "Try and break free," she said.

Pulling at my hands, I tried twisting and yanking but the tape wasn't moving.

"Oh, I like watching you trying to escape. Make such pretty little noises too," she smirked as she put the tape down so she could grab my hands and put them over my head.

"Should tie you up super tight one night. Maybe tape the clit vibrator to you and let you have a vibrator in you, then just sit back and watch you squirm away as I control the speeds of them both," she whispered before pulling on my bottom lip with her teeth.

I moaned at the image. "Please," I told her.

"Yeah? You like that idea?" she asked with a chuckle as she got off me.

"Yes Flossie," I answered and kept my hands over my head. "Maybe if Harry isn't here you can take some pictures and send them to him?" I asked as she started wrapping the tape around my thigh.

"You want Harry to see you all tied up, darling?" Flo asked with a special glint in her eye as she bent my leg so my ankle was by my thigh and she taped the ankle to my thigh.

"Yeah. I think he'd like it," I nodded and bent my other leg so she could tape it up the same way.

"I'm sure something can be arranged," she replied as she finished taping up the other leg. Florence got off the bed and looked down at me. "You look so sexy right now. All spread out. Can see your pussy glistening from here," she teased as she put the tape back in the box and moved it down to the floor.

"Can you take a picture now and send it?" I asked while blushing. "Please?"

"Alright," she smirked and grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Standing up on the bed, she opened her camera app. "Put your hands over your face,"

Quickly complying, I spread my legs a little more and listened to her taking a few photos. We all had the 'secret photo' app to hide away any 18+ rated photos of each other plus we tried to remember to cover our faces just in case, and we'd only send them over our secret Snapchat accounts that we didn't share with anyone but us three.

"What are you typing?" I asked as she jumped off the bed and typed away.

"Just how very much you miss him and that you can't wait to be filled with his cock again," Florence smirked as she sent off the message. Putting the phone down on the bed she started undressing.

"Mmmm, I do miss his cock," I sighed as I watched her strip down.

"Going to sit on your face, darling," Flossie announced as she walked up on the bed.

"Fuck, please! Want to taste you," I licked my lips as she got on the bed. I shuffled down a bit and stared as she swung her leg over me, and moved so she was right above my face. I could smell her but I couldn't reach her. "Please," I whimpered as I looked up at her.

Florence grabbed onto the headboard with one hand and put a hand on my head before lowering herself down.

Eagerly licking at her lips, I pulled on the tape when I tried to grab her and pull her down further with my arms. She understood what I wanted it though and moved down just a bit more. Sucking at her clit, I closed my eyes as I reveled at her taste and listened to her little breaths and moans.

"Good girl, eating my pussy so good, baby," Flossie moaned rolling her hips gently against my tongue. Holding it steady, I opened my eyes so I could see what she looked like as she fucked herself on my tongue, and fuck. She looked hot.

When she took a little break I quickly flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked on it. "Going to cum if you keep doing that," she warned, only making me suck harder.

"Oh god, fuck!" She groaned loudly as she sat down fully on my face and climaxed. Lapping at her pussy quickly to try and taste her as much as I could, I moaned happily.

Florence moved off to the side and kissed me deeply. Her hand stroked down my chest and to my pussy. She eased two fingers into me slowly.

Gasping against her mouth, I looked at her as she teased her thumb over my clit. "Please," I whispered as she pulled her fingers out and moved them to my clit.

"You've been such a good girl for me this last week," Florence said as she brushed my hair back and looked me in the eyes; all while teasing her fingers around my clit.

"Yeah? I've been trying really hard," I managed to get out as I would occasionally thrust up against her fingers with little moans escaping me.

"I've noticed, baby. I know it's difficult to be a good girl all the time, especially when you can be quite a little brat sometimes," Florence chuckled and gave me a little slap against my pussy.

"Ahh!" I screamed out and brought my legs together. Whimpering, I closed my eyes as I squirmed. I let go of the headboard and tried putting my hands down but Flo pushed them back down. "No smacking, please! I need to cum, can I cum? Flossie, I've been good," I begged.

Florence pushed my legs open and gave me another smack before dipping her fingers into my pussy again.

Whining, I arched my back. "More, need more," I whispered. The sound of Florence's ringtone filled the room and she let go of my hands and pulled her fingers out. "No, no. Please! Leave it! Please! Just a little more!" I pleaded as she reached for her phone.

"Shhh," she said as she picked up the phone and put her fingers into my mouth to silence me.

Sucking on her fingers as she eased them in and out gently, I tried to figure out who she was on the phone with.

"Yeah? Yeah, alright. Sure. Yes, very. I'm sure. Alright. Yeah, bye," Florence said as she spoke with the other person and hung up the phone. Smirking she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and moved them back to my clit. "Since you've been such a good girl, I've got a surprise for you and it's about to be here,"

"A present? For me? What is it?" I moaned as she rubbed her wet fingers over my throbbing clit, moving them quickly. My breath hitched as I was about to cum. But then she stopped and pulled her hand away.

"You'll see what it is in a second," she smirked, and right on cue; the doorbell echoed through the house.

I let out a little cry as I watched her get off the bed. "Flossie, I was so close," I whined and looked at her sadly.

"I know, baby. I promise the surprise will make up for it. I'll be right back, don't move okay?" she said as she gave me the safety scissors to hold just in case.

"Okay," I whimpered and brought my taped-up hands to my chest, holding onto the scissors tightly.

Florence gave me a quick kiss before grabbing her robe and running downstairs.

Glaring at her phone that she'd left on the nightstand, I huffed when I couldn't even hear anything that was happening downstairs. I wondered what the surprise could be. I had been begging her and Harry to let me buy a pretty dress I'd seen so maybe it was that. That would be nice.

"Okay, close your eyes! No peeking!" Florence said as she poked her head around the door.

"It's nothing scary right?" I asked as I glanced at her while dropping the scissors down onto the bed.

"Nothing scary," She chuckled. "Close your eyes!"

Putting my hands over my face, I closed my eyes while squirming a bit. "Okay, I'm ready," I said, feeling nervous all of the sudden.

Florence looked over at you and made sure your eyes were covered before glancing back at Harry, giving him a big excited smile. "Remember, no peeking!"

"I remember!" I replied as I squirmed.

"Alright, I'm going to put your surprise down here on the bed, don't touch or look yet," Florence said as she gestured for Harry to take a seat on the bed. "and I'll just come around and sit next to you here," Flo got on the bed and sat down, putting her hand over my eyes.

"You ready?" she asked with a big grin.

"Yeah!" I replied slightly excited now. The bed had dipped a bit when she put it down so it had to be a big present.

"Do you know what it is?" she asked.

"No, but it has to be big and heavy cause the bed dipped down!" I told her.

Florence chuckled. "I'm going to take my hand away, then you can open and look okay?"

I nodded and bit my lip. When she took her hand away, I waited a bit before opening my eyes and looking around. Spotting Harry, I whimpered before I started crying. "Harry," I cried out as I reached out for him, wanting to confirm he was actually there.

"Awww, don't cry, baby," Harry said as he pulled me into a tight hug.

Tugging at the tape, I continued crying as I pressed myself as close to him as I could.

"Let me cut you out, darling," Florence said as she reached over and grabbed the scissors.

"I missed you," I sniffled as I looked at him. "I missed you so much and now you're here," I cried, wrapping my arms and legs around him as soon as Florence and cut open the tape on my arms and legs.

"I missed you too, and I am here. Going to be here till tomorrow evening. Does that sound nice?" Harry asked as he kissed my cheek and hugged me.

"Mhmm," I whined and clung to him.

"I heard that you've been such a good girl while I've been away," Harry said as he stroked my back.

I nodded before smelling his neck and rubbing my nose against his skin.

Florence smiled. "She has been. Missed you though, we both did," she said as she grasped Harry's face and kissed him.

Harry closed his eyes and moaned, tightening his hold on me as he kissed her back eagerly. "Fuck, I've missed you so much," he whispered as he looked up at her, they shared a look, a few more kisses and some whispered words before Harry grasped my chin and tilted my head up.

"I loved the picture you sent. Looked so beautiful all tied up for me," He said in between kisses. "and I've very much missed your cunt too,"

I moaned into his kiss and rolled my hips against his crotch, moaning even louder when I felt his hard cock.

"Got so hard in the car over here when Flo sent that photo," Harry said as he laid me down on the bed. "Actually asked the driver to drive faster so I could come home to you two quicker," he kissed my stomach before standing up.

Florence got up as well and grabbed the bottom of his jumper and helped him take it off. She pulled him in for a kiss while she opened his trousers and pushed them down with his pants. "Got her all ready for you, baby. She's been missing your cock so badly. Caught her one night fucking herself with a dildo, moaning your name. Got a good spanking for that," Flossie chuckled as she stroked his hard, leaking cock.

Harry moaned as he dropped his head down on her shoulder. "Fuck,"

"Flossie," I whined as she told him about that incident. "Don't tell him about that," I pouted as I squirmed on the bed, getting very turned on by watching them.

"So I shouldn't tell him about how you were also watching a video of him while being very very naughty?" Florence said with a smirk.

I blushed and put my hands over my face, my cheeks stinging with how warm they got. "No!"

Florence chuckled and pulled her hand off Harry and grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing.

Harry kissed Florence deeply as he took off her robe. "Want to fuck you too," he whispered, his hands running over her skin.

She leaned in close to his ear. "Oh don't worry, darling. I have plans for you," she whispered back before nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. "But first, you're going to fuck our very patient girl,"

Harry nodded and gave another kiss before pulling away.

I bit my lip as I watched him get on the bed and crawl up the mattress till he was right between my legs, his hands on either side of me. "You miss me so much you had to be naughty, baby?" he asked as he rubbed his cock over my clit.

"Yeah," I muttered quietly as I looked up at him.

Harry moaned as he turned to look at Flossie who had joined us on the bed. "Should film her next time, want to see that,"

"I would but she's promised to never be naughty again when I turned her bum all red," Florence grinned.

Harry grinned too. "And how many times has she promised that?" he asked teasingly.

"I've lost count at this point," Flo mused and pinched my cheek.

"Heyy," I whined and batted her hand away. "Stop teasing me, not nice!" I protested.

"Alright, we'll be nice for now," Florence smiled as she pulled my head to the side so she could kiss me.

Harry grasped his cock and lined it up with my hole, pushing in slowly with a loud, long moan. "Oh my god!"

Closing my eyes, I gasped as he finally was inside me.

"That nice, darling? Finally having Harry's cock inside you?" Florence asked, playing with one of my nipples.

I nodded quickly as he started thrusting in and out of me.

"Always forget how fucking wet she can get, not going to last long," Harry panted as he slammed his hips against mine before quickly drawing back and slamming in again.

Clutching Florence's hand, I looked up at her and mewled as I moved it down my stomach towards my aching clit.

"You want to cum?" she asked, stopping her hand so her fingertips were just millimeters away from where I wanted them.

"Please," I whimpered as I clenched around Harry, wrapping my legs tightly around him.

She moved her fingers over my clit, rubbing them around in a circle slowly. "Can you see how close he is?" she asked while looking at Harry.

"Yes," I replied with a breathy moan as I arched up, trying to get more pressure from her fingers.

"That's what your cunt does to him. Make him feel so good, baby," Flo said, rubbing her fingers faster.

"Florence," Harry moaned, thrusting into me so fast and hard now.

Flo rubbed her fingers over my clit faster.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Gonna cum," I said, looking up at them. "Please," I added quickly when none of them said anything.

"Flossie, please! Can't! I need to cum, please!" I begged louder as she only moved her fingers faster while Harry fucked me hard and deep.

"Go on," Florence finally said just as I was about to cum anyway.

Throwing my head back, I grasped onto her hand and the bedsheets as I let out a little shout and cummed.

"Fucking hell," Harry grunted as he pressed all the way into me as he came too. He panted as he did a few slower thrusts before pulling out and laid down on the bed next to me and Flossie.

I rolled over and put my head on his chest as I held on to him tightly. "Just going to rest a bit, don't leave," I whispered, exhausted physically and mentally.

"Not going anywhere just yet," Harry replied as he pulled Florence close to him, smiling as she brushed his sweaty hair off his forehead. "My favourite place in the world is right here with you two,"

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

The Ultimate (Fake) Boyfriend.

Hey all!! So!! I don't know how many people read my last thingy for that top-five ask game, but either way, while answering one I was reminded of an old WIP I had started writing last August, but faced horribly writer's block for, and is now sadly stuck in WIP hell.

Well, I have 3 full chapters written, as well as most of the fourth chapter. And while I don't want to post it to AO3 when I don't know if I'll ever finish it, I realized that I COULD post it here! So, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to post the first chapter now, and I'll try to post the next chapter tomorrow, so on until the fourth, half finished chapter. I don't know if I'll be able to keep this schedule, considering I'm sick and will prolly be working tomorrow regardless (I want to, I enjoy my job and am feeling better), but I'll try.

Please let me know if you like this story! I cannot guarantee this will ever be finished, but if people do like this story, it might help inspire me to write more. Again, no promises, but... maybe? Who knows.

Anyway, here is a quickly written summary. It's a bit weak and I'd definitely need to refine it should I post this to AO3, but it should give a basic idea of this fic:

Taka tells his first ever lie to his family. Unbeknownst to him, this simple lie has large (to him) consequences, and in order to calm his kyoudai down, Mondo offers to help him out. Unfortunately, this leads to them spending a week together at Taka’s maternal family reunion. This wouldn’t be so bad, except there’s one catch: they have to pretend to be in a loving, committed relationship to prevent Taka’s meddling Great Aunt from setting Taka up with her neighbor’s son. Will their friendship survive a week of pretending to date? Or will everything fall apart? Mondo has no clue, but as long as he’s with Taka, he’s willing to face anything life sends his way.

If it’s not clear from that, this is a fake dating AU, ha. 

Warning: This whole thing is about 15k words long, though a lot of that is me giving you a run down of the OC’s I created to be Taka’s family. And believe me, there are a LOT. That was part of what caused me writer’s block; there were just too many characters to keep track of, but if I eliminated some of them, some crucial plot points later on wouldn’t work. So... yeah. Oof. 

I hope y’all enjoy! I’m exhausted right now, so I’m not gonna write much more here. Let me know if you’re confused by anything! I can either fix it or explain it if it’s not clear. ^-^

 1 The Ultimate (Fake) Boyfriend. 

 Mondo looks up in surprise when he hears the doorbell to his room begin to ring incessantly, a confused frown rising on his lips. The textbook he’d been trying (and /failing/) to read lies forgotten in his lap as he checks the time, wondering who the fuck wants his attention so bad at fucking /midnight/, for Christ’s sake. Maybe if he ignores it, it will go away…?

 When the ringing (predictably) doesn’t stop, Mondo sighs heavily and stands, annoyance filling him as he lumbers over to the door. It’s a good thing he’s always been a night owl and hadn’t even been attempting sleep, or else he’d be even more pissed. As it stands, he’s still kind of pissed at the incessant ringing. Seriously, who the fuck rings the doorbell that many fucking times?!

 “Alright, alright, I’m fuckin’ comin’!” he growls as he approaches the door, loud enough to penetrate the thick wood. He sadly has only a second to appreciate the abrupt silence before he reaches the door, a scowl deep on his face as he opens it up angrily, glaring at whoever is on the other side. Who he can’t even see, given how fucking dark it is in the hallway, shit. “The fuck d’ya want, huh?!”

 Mondo doesn’t even have time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness outside his room when he is being shoved aside, the person outside his room suddenly /inside his room, what the fuck/-?!

 “Hey! What the goddamn fuck d’ya think yer doin’-?!” Mondo begins to exclaim, only to be abruptly stopped when the person turns to face him, hands imperiously planted on thin hips, a burning glare now harsh on his person. A burning glare he suddenly realizes he /recognizes/, shit. 

 “Language, kyoudai! We’ve talked about this!” his unexpected visitor exclaims loudly, looking very agitated. More agitated than usual, Mondo thinks privately, closing his door before they wake any of their classmates. While the dorms are thankfully soundproof, he knows for a fact that some of his dumbass classmates forget to fully close their doors at night. It’s a good thing they don’t have to worry about robbers or serial killers at Hope’s Peak, Jesus Christ…

 “Y’know,” Mondo begins, voice far calmer and less annoyed than it had been as his eyes take in the familiar form before him, “I don’t think that shit applies when someone barges inta yer room unannounced at fuckin’ midnight, kyoudai. Think I’m fuckin’ ‘entitled’ ta curse when that shit happens. The fuck ya even doin’ up this late, huh, Taka? Ain’t ya usu’ly asleep by now? ‘Cuz a’ yer schedule or somethin’?” 

 Mondo watches with critical eyes as Taka— his absolute best friend in this entire goddamn world, though they’re opposites in almost every regard— jolts in surprise, the imperious look on his face dropping off as shock replaces it. He frowns when Taka looks down at his watch, the teen’s eyes widening to the size of saucers as he notices the time. Ah… shit. Taka’s in one of /those/ kinda moods again. The kind where he doesn’t even notice the time, he’s so invested in whatever bullshit he’s working on. Great. Just fucking peachy. 

 With a sigh, Mondo heads over to his desk and grabs one of the energy drinks he left open earlier, knowing that he sure as hell ain’t getting any sleep now. Not when Taka’s like this. Like fuck would he leave his friend in such a state on his own, and it often takes hours to calm Taka down when he gets like this. Not that Mondo minds. He’s fairly certain he’d do absolutely anything for this fussy bastard…

 “Ah! Mondo, I am so sorry, I- I hadn’t noticed the time! I hope I didn’t wake you! I will let you get back to sleep and will come back at a more reasonable time of day, I assure you-“

 “Taka,” Mondo interrupts blandly, taking a sip of the vile liquid he regrettably has gotten used to over the years, “sit the fuck down an’ tell me what’s got ya in such a fuckin’ ‘tizzy’. Just don’t call me out on my goddamn /language/, shit. Too late ta bother with that shit.” 

 He can see Taka visibly hesitate at the order, his sense of propriety and responsibility warring with whatever caused him to get into this state in the first place. After a moment of debate, Taka hesitantly nods, striding to his bed and taking a stiff seat. Stifling a smile at the typical behavior, Mondo takes a much more leisurely and sprawling seat beside his friend, an eyebrow raised when Taka gives him a wide-eyed look. 

 “So? The fuck’s yer problem this time?” Mondo asks after a moment of silence passes, Taka staying uncharacteristically quiet. Usually when this sort of thing happens, the hall monitor is babbling away about whatever bullshit is bugging him that day, no filter at all, but today Taka is just staring at him, worrying his lip as he fucking /fidgets/. That, out of all of this, worries Mondo the most. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Taka /fidget/ before. The uptight hall monitor usually hates such ‘unscrupulous’ behavior, whatever that shit means. So, to see him doing it is very, very concerning. 

 “A-ah… p-perhaps I shouldn’t have bothered you about this after all, kyoudai… i-it truly isn’t anything important, it really can wait until morning! I- I should be going and allow you to sleep, it’s really nothing, I’m not even sure why I came over here, h-ha… d-do not worry about me, kyoudai, I’ll just be going and-“

 Mondo reaches out and grabs Taka wrist before the teen can fully stand, putting on his best ‘you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me’ face when he sees Taka look back down at him nervously. 

 “Taka. I’ve already drunk halfa’ this fuckin’ energy drink. Like hell am I gettin’ ta sleep now. So, sit yer pasty ass back down an’ tell me what the fuck is happenin’ ‘fore I fuckin’ punch ya, goddamn. Got it?” 

 Taka shuffles in place, his back bent awkwardly as he accommodates for Mondo’s firm grip on his wrist. His face is full of anxiety, which guts Mondo, though he tries to hide it. Christ, but he hates seeing his kyoudai like this… he’s tried his hardest this past year to get Taka to loosen up and stop being so obsessive about being perfect all the time, but even after all his effort, the hall monitor still suffers from such intense anxiety at times. Mondo hates it, but he has no idea how to get Taka to realize it’s okay to not try to be so perfect all the fucking time. That he’s allowed to fuck up and make mistakes. That no one expects him to be his absolute best all the time. That /Mondo/ doesn’t expect that. That Mondo doesn’t /want/ that. Not at all. 

 Before Mondo can say anything unbearably sappy and ruin his tough guy persona more than he already has, he hears Taka sigh, the teen sitting back down, though he has an intensely uncomfortable look on his face. Shit… the fuck is wrong with Taka to make him look so troubled…?

 “… you’d never hit me, kyoudai,” Taka mutters as he shifts on the bed, eyes staring absently at Mondo’s hand. Which— he realizes with a jolt— is still wrapped tightly around Taka’s wrist. Flushing, Mondo takes his hand back, raising it to rub his neck awkwardly like he always does when uncomfortable or uncertain about shit. 

 His eyes get pulled back to Taka when he hears the teen sigh, heart tugging at the intensely troubled look he finds on his kyoudai’s face. He’s seen plenty of troubled looks on Taka’s face over the past year, but this… this is among the worst he’s ever seen it. Taka looks five seconds away from bursting into tears— which honestly isn’t unusual with the hall monitor, as in tune as he is with his emotions, but… shit. Something about this time seems worse somehow. 

 It’s after another ten seconds have passed in uncomfortable silence— Mondo not sure what to say to make this shit better— that Taka finally begins to speak, looking up at him with tired eyes. 

 “I… I really don’t know where to even begin, kyoudai… I don’t even know why I came over. I had decided earlier today that I would handle this on my own, that I wouldn’t bother you with my stupidity. After all, this entire mess is my own fault and thus I should be the one to clean it up, not you! But… I- I do not know. I was just thinking about you and suddenly I found myself outside your door, not even realizing the time. You… you always know how to fix tricky situations, kyoudai… I envy that about you…” 

 Mondo decides then and there that he /despises/ the sad look Taka has on his face, suddenly determined to do whatever it takes to make it go away. Filled with this onslaught of determination, Mondo puts a steady hand on Taka’s shoulder, ignoring the startled jump the teen gives at the touch. 

 “Taka. I don’t care what the fuck it is ya did. Hell, ya coulda’ fuckin’ killed a dude fer all I care. I will always, fuckin’ /always/ be here ta help ya out. Now, where’s the goddamn body an’ where d’ya wanna hide it, huh?” 

 Like Mondo had expected, the sad looks get replaced by a stern one, the very familiar glare strangely comforting to see. As is the small smile that his best friend can’t fight, despite his clear best efforts to be serious. Ha. Take that, Taka’s anxiety. 

 “Mondo Owada, that is not funny! Abetting a murderer is a serious crime! Besides! If I were ever to do such a heinous act, for whatever inconceivable reason, I assure you that I would immediately turn myself over to the authorities without question! I would decidedly not attempt to hide it! Hiding such a criminal act is almost as bad as committing it, I assure you!” 

 Mondo can’t help it. He laughs loudly, grateful the rooms are soundproof so he won’t have to deal with a crabby Togami bitching at him in the morning. Seeing Taka’s lips twitch upward— though the hall monitor stubbornly tries to fight it— Mondo can’t help how he leans forward and pokes Taka’s cheek cheekily. Even the peeved scowl can’t stop the buoyancy filling his heart. Not when he can still see the smile trying to fight its way onto Taka’s lips. 

 “Oh yeah? If it ain’t funny, why the fuck ya smilin’?” Mondo taunts, snickering as Taka’s scowl intensifies. He doesn’t even fight it when Taka’s hand slaps his away in annoyance, too amused to mind the mild sting. ‘Sides. Ain’t like he’s not faced much worse. 

 “I-! That is entirely beside the point, Mondo! It’s still a crime!” Taka blusters, cheeks pink. But hey, at least that anxiety is no longer on his face. Thank /fuck/.

 Like the hall monitor heard his thoughts and is determined to prove him wrong, Mondo watches in dismay as the lightness that had momentarily entered his kyoudai’s expression fades, the anxiety returning with a vengeance. It hurts so fucking bad to see it and Mondo only just barely manages to suppress the desire to wrap his arms around Taka and take away each and every worry the teen has ever had. Barely. 

 Sighing unhappily, Taka looks away from Mondo, his hands fiddling with the uniform he’s still wearing. Even at fucking midnight. If Mondo didn’t know better, he’d think Taka even /sleeps/ in the goddamn thing. But no. Taka sleeps in the goddamn /nude/. A fact he definitely didn’t learn the hard way, thank you very much… 

 “Anyway. M-Mondo. You… er. You know that my mother’s side of the family is having a family gathering shortly after break begins, yes?” Taka states suddenly, pulling Mondo away from a /very/ inappropriate memory, shit. Blinking, Mondo tries to recall what the fuck Taka is talking about, only remembering as Taka gets an exasperated look on his face, his eyes lighting up as he remembers. 

 “Oh, yeah! That annual family reunion bullshit ya’ve been dreadin’ fer weeks, right?” Mondo questions, not thinking about his words. He winces at Taka’s unimpressed look, smiling sheepishly to show his apology at his thoughtless statement. Luckily, Taka decides not to lecture him (for once…) and just sighs, shaking his head in a way Mondo likes to think is fond. 

 “I’m not /dreading/ it, per se, just… well. There are some very… /interesting/ people on my mother’s side of the family and the gathering is often uncomfortable for me, that’s all,” Taka explains, before pausing again. With another sigh (at least the fifth or sixth he’s heard that night, which is honestly hella concerning considering how Taka rarely allows himself to show such ‘weakness,’ or whatever), Taka looks at the floor, hands wringing anxiously. “Well, anyway… y-you also know that I, um… that I /came out/ to my family earlier this year, yes?” 

 Mondo blinks at the question, feeling a simmering anger rise inside him. Not at Taka, fuck no! But just… at that entire fucking situation. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the pained and terrified look Taka got on his face after he’d told Mondo that he was gay a few days before winter break last year, tears streaming down his face as he insisted that he understood if Mondo hated and wanted to ‘punish’ him now. He’d held Taka the entire night, whispering softly that he’d never hate him, that he didn’t fucking care who the teen was and wasn’t attracted to, and that he would always, /always/ view Taka as his absolute best friend in this entire goddamn world, no matter what. He’d been massively embarrassed by it in the morning, remembering how soft and sappy he’d gotten, but he had never fully regretted it. Not with how light and happy Taka had looked for days after, like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. No… he definitely didn’t regret that at all. 

 Telling his family hadn’t gone quite as well, Taka had informed him softly when they arrived back at school in January, his da initially resistant to the idea. Thankfully, over time his da began to accept Taka fully, his ma wearing the man down. Taka had obviously forgiven the man immediately when he apologized, as much of a martyr as his kyoudai is. Mondo, on the other hand, doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive the man for making Taka think— for even one second— that there was something wrong with him for liking dudes over chicks. He never tells Taka that, though, as he knows it’s a sore subject with his kyoudai. 

 Still… if whatever’s got Taka in such a nervous state is related to him coming out… 

 “Shit. One a’ yer relatives ain’t makin’ a fuss over that shit, are they?! ‘Cuz if they are… shit! Tell me their names an’ addresses an’ I’ll make sure they don’t ever fuckin’ bother ya again, kyoudai! That’s a fuckin’ promise!” Mondo bursts out, his simmering anger flaring brightly inside of him at the thought of Taka getting harassed about his sexuality. He /hates/ shit like that, doubly so when it’s directed towards Taka. Mondo legit would have broken Togami’s nose for his derisive comment after Taka came out to the class a few weeks into the winter quarter, if Taka hadn’t regretfully stopped him before he could. He’d gotten an hour-long lecture about how violence solves nothing, and judging by the stern look that rises on Taka’s face, he has a feeling he’s about to have a similar lecture now… 

 “That is highly unnecessary, Mondo! As I’ve told you countless times, violence solves nothing! Besides, this is my family we are speaking of and I will not allow you to harm any of them!” Taka exclaims forcefully, his glare as intense as ever. Taka quickly calms himself— before Mondo can reply that he doesn’t fucking care if they’re family, not if they’re hurting his kyoudai— his shoulders loosening as he lets out a soft sigh. /Again/. “But no, Mondo. That… that’s not the problem. In fact, that’s kind of the /opposite/ of my problem!” 

 At Mondo’s baffled look, Taka sighs again (fuck, this must be so fucking bad… Mondo can feel his own anxiety spike at the thought), shaking his head ruefully. He even lets out a humorless chuckle, eyes holding a sort of wry humor inside them. 

 “Yes, I understand how baffling that sounds, but it’s true. I… have told you about my great aunt Hana, yes? How she and my mother are so close that she is pretty much an honorary grandmother to me?” Taka pauses, looking at him intently. At Mondo’s slow nod, Taka continues. “Well… out of my entire extended family, she is the one who accepted my orientation the most, according to mother. Apparently she has had dalliances with women in her past, though she eventually fell in love with my great uncle Akiro and settled down with him. She even identifies as bisexual now, after I helped teach her about the LGBTQIA+ community over the break!” 

 Mondo has to stifle his dopey grin at Taka’s prideful expression, the teen puffing his chest out with his pride. The look quickly fades back into anxiety, but Mondo still privately relishes having seen the look even for a second. 

 “Anyway… as you know, back before I came out, she was always very concerned about me, asking mother if I had found a girlfriend yet, if I’d begun thinking about dating and things like that. Many family members had, in fact, especially at our family gathering. When I came out, I had hoped that such a thing would stop and I wouldn’t have to deal with that again this year, naively thinking that now that they knew the truth, they’d stop bothering me over such nonsense. And yet…” 

 Taka trails off, biting his lip so harshly Mondo is afraid he’s going to split it. Not thinking, Mondo lifts his hand and gently pulls the abused flesh free, something he’s always done when Taka bites his lip too harshly. He doesn’t notice Taka’s flush, though, and just hums thoughtfully, nodding in sympathy. 

 “Ah, yer family’s still buggin’ ya over that shit then, huh? Shit, glad I don’t gotta worry ‘bout that kinda thing. Dai ain’t stupid enough ta ask ‘bout that shit, thank fuck, an’ he’s the only family I got. So, the problem is that yer afraid that they’re gonna harass ya over it, then? Fuck, man. Ya know my advice. A little punch ta the face clears that shit right up, promise ya that…”

 Mondo grins at the glare Taka gives him, not intimidated in the slightest. He doesn’t even flinch when Taka lightly slaps his chest, his grin growing wider at his kyoudai’s obvious annoyance. He knows it’s not real. Well… no, it is real, Taka’s so fucking emotive he could never fake anything, but he knows it’s not bad. 

 “Mondo! What did I just say about threatening violence to my family?!” Taka glares, forcing another loud bark of laughter from Mondo. Shaking his head— a small smile unsuccessfully masked on his face— Taka quickly continues. “/Anyway/. No, that’s not my problem. If it were, I wouldn’t be so worried! I’ve handled my family’s invasiveness before, after all, and I am positive I could handle it again, even if it makes me highly uncomfortable! So… /no/, that isn’t my problem.”

 Taka pauses again, his squirming getting worse by the second. It’s Mondo’s turn to let out a loud sigh as the silence mounts, gulping down the last of his energy drink and tossing the can to the side carelessly. Ignoring Taka’s indignant glare at the litter, Mondo rolls his eyes and leans back on his now free hands, eyebrow raised lazily as he gives his kyoudai a Look. He doesn’t notice how his thumb lightly brushes Taka’s hip, nor does he notice the bright flush rising on Taka’s face, not with how frustrated he is with Taka’s long winded storytelling. Fuck, he adores his kyoudai, he truly does, but the dude is absolutely shit at getting to the goddamn point sometimes…

 “Okay. Fine, got that. Not the fuckin’ ‘invasiveness.’ Then what the fuck /is/ yer problem, man? ‘Cuz I gotta say, much as I love talkin’ ta ya, it’s kinda late as shit, an’ I would like ta know what the problem is so we can fuckin’ /problem solve/, or whatever ya call it. Promise I won’t get mad at ya or anythin’, okay? Just… get ta the goddamn point…” 

 Taka’s glare intensifies, an indignant scoff escaping the usually poised hall monitor. Mondo forces down the rush of pleasure at the thought that he’s the only one to see Taka so laid back (which is barely laid back at all by any normal standards, but is entirely /indecent/ by Taka’s), instead focusing on listening as Taka starts talking again, his voice clipped and annoyed. Ha. Adorable. 

 “I was gettin’ there, kyoudai! You must learn to be patient!” Taka snaps, pout bright on his lips. Which is even more adorable, shit… “As I was saying! I… I… well. I don’t /like/ the invasive questions. I never have, and at first I thought it was because I am… y-you know… /gay/. And I just disliked that my family kept asking when I was going to get a /girl/friend. However…”

 Taka pauses again, but continues fast enough that Mondo doesn’t have to prompt him again. Thank fuck. 

 “However. Mother informed me yesterday that Great Aunt Hana had something she wished to speak with me about urgently and that I should call her as soon as I was able. Considering I had my final Public Morals Committee meeting of the quarter yesterday, not to mention that intensive study session with all of our classmates, I didn’t have time to call then. I vowed to call today, however, which I did as soon as I was able! Which was unfortunately just after dinner… aha.” 

 Mondo fights hard to not roll his eyes at Taka’s rambling, knowing that it’s just his kyoudai’s way of working through his nerves. Still… it can be annoying as fuck sometimes… he really fucking hopes Taka gets to the point soon. While he’s wide awake thanks to the energy drink, he has never been the kinda guy to just sit around and talk about shit. He’s more an action driven, hands on kinda guy, ya know? More punching, less talking. It’s a miracle he and Taka get along so well, honestly… he zones out a bit as Taka rambles about how sorry he’d been that he couldn’t call sooner, that he’d apologized ‘profusely’ when his aunt had answered the phone, how she’d forgiven him immediately, yadda yadda… he only tunes back into Taka’s rambling when it seems he’s finally getting to his goddamn point. 

 “-anyway, after a couple minutes of talking about school, she… well. She began talking to me about these neighbors of hers that recently moved in after the Mori family sold their rice fields last Autumn. At first, I didn’t see anything odd about the conversation, she’s always been the type to ramble about any random nonsense, not caring at all about how busy my schedule is. It’s why I rarely call her if I can help it, despite how rude it makes me,” Taka claims, hypocrite that he is. Ha. “But… after a few more minutes of this, she began to talk about the /son/ of her neighbors. Saying that he’s about my age, a year or so older and in his first year of university, and that he’s also going to be on break during that week. And then she… s-she mentioned that this /son/ happened to be, well… gay. And single.” 

 /That/ got Mondo’s attention. Sitting up straighter, Mondo looks intently at Taka, not caring that the scrutiny makes the hall monitor squirm. Just… just where the fuck is Taka going with this shit, that’s what he’d like to know… 

 “S-she then… well. She then began saying how much of a /catch/ he is, saying that he is very handsome and fit, and that he practices kendo routinely on his family’s side of the rice fields. Often shirtless. And since our family gathering always takes place at Great Aunt Hana’s farm, since she has the most space for all of us to stay, she… she said that she’s invited him and his family to join our family gathering! And that she wants to introduce us to see if we would ‘hit it off’ and possibly start dating!” 

 Taka yells the last part of his diatribe, his face red as a tomato and his eyes firmly planted on the ground. Mondo barely notices this, though, not with how tight his chest suddenly feels. Because… shit, Taka… Taka has a fucking date?! What the goddamn shit?! 

 “Wait, hold the fuck on! Ya got a fuckin’ /date/?! An’ ya didn’t fuckin’ /tell me/?! What the fuck, man?!” 

 Mondo can’t describe the feeling that bubbles through his body then, a tension overcoming him that he absolutely cannot decipher. Before he has any hope to try, Taka looks back up and glares bitterly at him, his teeth bared in his anger. 

 “No! I absolutely do /not/ have a date, no matter what my great aunt says! I did not agree to this meeting and I do not condone it in the slightest! You know that I am focusing on my studies at the moment, kyoudai, and that I do not have the time to deal with a /relationship/, let alone a long distance one! I may be gay, but that doesn’t mean I will jump at the chance to date just anyone! I thought you knew this, kyoudai, but I guess I was wrong!” 

 Mondo winces when he sees the hurt look on Taka’s face, frustrated tears rising in his scarlet eyes, making Mondo feel like shit. Ah, dammit… he hadn’t meant to hurt Taka… he’d just been so fucking shocked, honest. Not to mention… whatever that weird as fuck emotion that just flowed through him was… shit… 

 But he can’t have his kyoudai upset at him. He fucking /refuses/. Slowly, Mondo lifts his hands in surrender, a sheepish smile on his face. 

 “No, shit, I… I knew that, man. Just fuckin’ surprised me, s’all. But I get why yer so tense over this shit… damn, but that fuckin’ sucks. What did ya tell her, that ya weren’t gonna go through with it? Or did ya say nothin’ an’ decide ta power through it like the goddamn martyr ya are, despite how uncomfortable that shit makes ya? Shit… that’s it, ain’t it? Goddamnit, kyoudai…” 

 Taka’s glare is deeper now than before, the teen scoffing and crossing his arms angrily. Oops…

 “I will have you know that I did no such thing! I… I /did/ tell her that I was not interested, as politely as I could! I told her what I tell everyone; that I’m focused on school and that I don’t want to bother with dating someone, especially a stranger. But she… she wouldn’t let it go! She has always been a highly stubborn woman, something that clearly runs in our family, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer! But I… I didn’t want to do it, kyoudai! I’ve never been good at meeting new people, let alone potential /love interests/, and I’ve been so stressed over our final year at Hope’s Peak, and our upcoming midterm exams, and I just… I- I just… I didn’t want to have to deal with this! Not now, not when everything is so stressful! I- I just… I didn’t know what to do, kyoudai! I… I- I…”

 Mondo’s heart breaks when he sees the tears begin to stream down Taka’s face, the teen shaking with the intensity. The stifled sobs kill him more, and he doesn’t have to think before his arms are wrapping around his kyoudai, pulling him as close as humanly possible, his heart aching as Taka clings desperately to him. Goddamnit… he /hates/ seeing Taka like this… he’s always been an emotional person, crying over anything, good or bad. But even still, Mondo hates his tears… especially when they’re as forceful and painful as these… he’d do fucking anything to take his pain away… fucking anything…

 “Hey… hey, Kiyo, it’s okay,” Mondo mumbles softly, saying the name he reserves for the rare moments of softness between the two of them. It always makes Mondo uncomfortable to be so soft with anyone, even Taka, but like he said. He’d do anything to make him feel better… “It ain’t that bad, I promise! Yer amazin’ ta be around an’ any dude would be lucky ta have a catch like you. If this dude don’t immediately fall fer ya, then he’s a goddamn idiot who would never deserve someone as incredible as you. An’ anyway, just ‘cuz the two a’ ya meet don’t mean shit’s gotta happen. Ya can just say ya didn’t hit it off an’ be done with it. Okay, Kiyo? I promise, man. It’s gonna be okay. I /promise/.” 

 Taka sobs harder at his words, which distresses Mondo greatly. He stops talking then and focuses on soothing his emotional kyoudai, rocking him softly like Daiya used to do with him when he was little and needed to be calmed. He shushes Taka softly whenever his breath hitches, rubbing his back as soothingly as he can, his insides squirming at the weakness he’s showing, but he forces it down. It ain’t the fucking time to be worried about his goddamn /reputation/. Not when he’s got his precious as fuck kyoudai to soothe… 

 Finally, after a couple of minutes Taka begins to settle, his body mostly still against Mondo’s save for a couple of sniffles here and there. It makes Mondo’s insides settle to feel Taka relax like this, and while part of him hates himself for it, he can’t help how he kind of adores moments like these. The moments after Taka finishes crying and they’re just embracing each other tenderly like this. Yeah, they hug sometimes in other circumstances, but those are always quick, manly hugs. The kind that end with back slaps and wide grins. This… they don’t really do shit like this often. Holding one another, just listening to the other breathe. It’s… nice. So fucking nice. And he doesn’t even have to shove that thought away, not when he’s so busy ensuring that his kyoudai is okay…

 “Feelin’ better kyoudai?” he mutters after another minute, looking down at the form pressed tightly to his chest. His heart squeezes when he sees Taka look up at him, his red eyes so much more intense with how watery they are. Mondo’s breath stutters at the sight. Fuck… but damn if Taka isn’t beautiful like this… i-in a manly way, of course! Heh… 

 “I… somewhat, kyoudai… but I- I still haven’t said what my problem is…” Taka mumbles, sniffling once. Mondo just blinks at the response, shifting to hold Taka more comfortably against him. Shit… there’s more…? 

 Sighing softly yet again, Taka fucking /snuggles/ into his chest, humming as he draws random shapes on Mondo’s pecs, something he often does in times like these. It had been awkward the first time he’d done it, Taka embarrassed and stammering apologies, explaining he’d not meant to do that, and Mondo flushing bright red at the automatic reaction his body had to the stimuli. But after several minutes of awkward spluttering, Mondo had managed to convince Taka he hadn’t minded, not at all, which Taka took as fucking permission to do it /every goddamn time/ now. Which Mondo doesn’t mind, honest! It just… it sure makes his insides squirm when the teen does it… 

 “I really did not want to have to have that meeting, kyoudai. I do not even really know why I felt so adverse to the offer, but I… I /couldn’t/ do it. I just… couldn’t. A-and you… y-you’ve been teaching me to stand up for myself when I truly don’t want to go through with something, and I guess your training has made a bigger impact in me than I realized. Because… b-because, once I realized that my great aunt wasn’t going to leave me alone about this, I… I decided to /lie/,” Taka confesses, sniffing miserably and burying his face back in Mondo’s chest. Mondo barely notices it, not with how shocked he feels. Taka��� Taka fucking /lied/…??? Holy /shit/! Taka /never/ does that shit! As much as the uncharacteristic action concerns him, he also feels a rush of /pride/ flood through him. After all, he’s been trying to get Taka to loosen up on his morals just a little for months now. Lying to his family… now /that’s/ fucking progress!

 Obviously Taka doesn’t feel that way, and Mondo makes sure to listen intently when the teen finally extracts his face from his chest and continues, misery billowing out of him in waves. Fuck… but man, does Mondo hate seeing Taka like this… 

 “I- I don’t even know why I did it, kyoudai. I /hate/ lying, it always makes me feel horrible and it just makes things worse every time. And this time was definitely no exception, but I… I- I do not know. I couldn’t help it. I /really/ didn’t want to meet this man, Mondo. I- I don’t even know why I felt this so vehemently. But I… I did. I didn’t want to meet him, so I lied to my family about it. I… I feel so ashamed! Someone should hit me, I’m so awful!” 

 Mondo’s heart clenches again at the sadly common response from his kyoudai, Taka crying again as he buries his face back into his chest. He always says shit like that when he’s truly distressed about something ‘awful’ he did, like dropping his textbooks on the ground, or making a slightly insensitive comment. Mondo hates it, more so after he learned that Taka does it since his old classmates and teachers used to ‘punish’ him every time he messed up in school, but he knows commenting on it would only distress Taka more. Instead, he just shushes the teen again, fucking /crooning/ down at him like a fucking chick. But whatever. If it helps Taka…

 “Hey, man, it’s okay. It’s okay. Y’ain’t gotta beat yerself up over this. Lyin’ ain’t always a bad thing, don’t worry ‘bout it. Sounds ta me like ya didn’t really have a choice, yer aunt not leavin’ ya alone. Y’ain’t a bad person fer lyin’, kyoudai. Y’ain’t a bad person at all.” 

 Mondo listens as Taka sniffles again, the teen’s eyes peeking up at him from his position on his chest. And the look he gives breaks Mondo’s heart as much as it enlivens him. Fuck… but Taka really is so goddamn pretty… again, in a manly way! Duh!! 

 “I… I do not believe that, kyoudai, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Taka mumbles softly, trying for a small smile. It breaks after a second, but Mondo is so happy to see it at all that he can’t help how he beams at the teen in his arms. Taka takes a deep breath, then, and continues once more. “Okay… I… I should probably tell you what lie I told, as that is the crux of my problems, I know… but I… p-please don’t judge me too harshly, kyoudai… I couldn’t bear it if you hated me for this…” 

 Mondo can’t help the noise of distress he lets out, his arms tightening instinctively around Taka. Because… /fuck/! As if he could ever, /ever/ hate Taka… he tells the teen as much, fervent and forceful, his heart clenching at Taka’s sad smile. 

 “I… thank you, kyoudai. You truly are too kind to me,” Taka sniffles, pulling back enough to look Mondo in the eyes as he tells whatever fucking lie he is so concerned about. It makes Mondo a little regretful to no longer be holding Taka so close, though his hands are still grasping his sides loosely. He quickly forces that thought away. Not the fucking time… “I… w-well, you see. After we argued about this for a little bit, she… she asked me if I had a real reason to not want to meet this man and become acquainted to him. She apparently had already spoken to him about this idea of hers, even showing him my picture, and claimed that he was very interested to get to know me, and that I should at least give him the benefit of the doubt. But I didn’t want to, I really didn’t, so I… when she asked me if I had a real reason to not want to meet with him, I told her that I… that I… I…”

 Taka pauses again, biting his lip harshly again, and Mondo is five seconds away from shaking Taka to force him to spit it out, so fucking curious about what lie Taka told that’s so fucking bad. Knowing Taka it’s prolly something super fucking simple, like just not liking dudes who have names with an odd number of syllables in it, but it’s killing him not to know! In fact, he’s so focused on how much he wants to know this stupid fucking lie, that he almost misses it when Taka finally utters it, his eyes blinking at what he just heard. Because… no. No, Taka /didn’t/ just fucking say that shit, he… he couldn’t have said that he… he…

 “I- I told her that I already have a boyfriend. And that we have been dating for months now.” 

 ~XoxoxoxoxoxoX~ 

 The room is silent for a split second as Mondo contemplates what Taka had just said, the words echoing in his mind over and over, all rational thought fleeing as the words assault him. /I already have a boyfriend. Have a boyfriend. Boyfriend… boyfriend…/ 

 Taka… Taka fucking…

 Taka has a fucking /boyfriend/…?! What the goddamn fuck?!

 “Y-you what?!” Mondo screeches, his voice higher pitched than he’s ever heard it go before, but he doesn’t fucking care. He watches through wide eyes as Taka flinches back from him, the hall monitor looking /freaked the fuck out/, but Mondo doesn’t focus on that, because… because… “You have a goddamn boyfriend?! What the fuck, why didn’t I know about this shit?! Who is it, do I fucking know him?! Fuck, I’m gonna beat the shit outta him, he ain’t fucking good enough fer you, I don’t care who the fuck he is, I-!” 

 “Mondo! What on /earth/ has gotten into you?!” Taka exclaims loudly, cutting off Mondo’s diatribe. Mondo blinks down at his kyoudai, taking in the absolute /anger/ he sees there, Taka glaring like he was born to do it. It’s not an uncommon sight, Taka is almost as explosive as he is when it comes to his emotions, but it still makes Mondo gulp uneasily. Shit… but that look doesn’t bode well for him… “I literally just told you that I /lied/ about it! You know full well I don’t have a boyfriend! I’ve never even kissed anyone, let alone gone on a date! I just… I didn’t want to meet with this stranger! And when my great aunt asked me why I couldn’t, it was the first thing I thought of! Y-you know that you’re the first person I’d tell if I ever managed to achieve a date, let alone if I started going out with anyone! I- I can’t believe that you would ever even /think/ that I’d not tell you something as important as that! You’re my kyoudai! My best friend! Of /course/ I’d tell you!” 

 Mondo feels his heart lurch in his chest at the fervent cry, Taka pouting harshly as he glares at him. He… shit, yeah, Taka did tell him he lied, didn’t he…? They literally just had a whole ass goddamn conversation about that, /shit/. He… he doesn’t know why he forgot about that, but… but something about hearing Taka say /‘I have a boyfriend/‘ just… he doesn’t know. Shorted his brain the fuck out. And he… he doesn’t even know why. 

 It’s not like he never thought about the possibility, right? When they first became friends, Mondo immediately knew how amazing a catch his kyoudai was, and he’d made sure to tell him all the time that he’d get a girlfriend soon, no problem, wanting Taka to see how amazing he truly was. He’d stopped doing that only when Taka had glared at him and said that he wasn’t interested in dating and that he’d appreciate Mondo not bothering him about it, which he’d immediately respected. He’d never stopped thinking it, though, especially not whenever Taka did something adorable. Which would happen every single goddamn day. 

 And that’s not changed at all over the past year, right? The only difference now is that Mondo thinks that— if he desired it— Taka will find himself a /boyfriend/ easily, not a girlfriend. So, he… he knows that the option is there. He’s always known that quite intimately. He’s even privately thought how he’d be so fucking happy for his kyoudai when he finally finds someone who loves him more than anything, like Taka deserves. Fuck, he’s even fucking planned his goddamn /best man/ speech on multiple occasions, even though he knows that shit wouldn’t happen for goddamn /years/, especially since that shit is stupidly not legal in Japan. Yet. 

 So, he… shit. He doesn’t get what his fucking problem was at hearing the words, but something about them had just… felt /wrong/. Taka saying he has a boyfriend. That they’ve been dating for /months/. The thought that Taka could have someone so important, so monumental to him… someone /other than Mondo/ that Taka relies on, confides in, spends time alone with… and for Mondo to /not even know/, it… it hurt, he guesses. So fucking bad. And that hurt had shorted out his brain, causing him to be a fucking dumbass like he always is. 

 But now, because of his stupidity, /Taka/ is hurt, thinking that Mondo would doubt their closeness, their friendship-! Shit, he’s gotta fucking fix this, fast! 

 “Shit, no, Taka, that ain’t fuckin’ it!” Mondo blurts loudly, cheeks flushing as Taka reels back in surprise. Lowering his voice consciously, he sheepishly rubs his neck, shrugging sharply. “Shit. I mean… I didn’t think ya’d keep somethin’ like that from me, man. I know ya wouldn’t. I just… I dunno. Ya know I ain’t ever been the smartest dude. Punch first, ask questions later, that sorta shit. When I heard ya say ya had a boyfriend, I just… fuckin’ spaced. But I know ya’d tell me that shit, kyoudai. I know ya would. I would never fuckin’ doubt ya, Kiyo. Not in a million goddamn years.” 

 He stares deeply into Taka’s eyes as he says this, ignoring the discomfort at the intimacy as he tries to get Taka to see his sincerity. After a moment of this, he watches as Taka looks away with a bright flush on his cheeks, a somewhat dazed look rising on his face. It… shit, it looks so fucking nice… Taka always looks so fucking nice… in a manly way. Always in a manly way… 

 “I… y-yes, kyoudai, I do know this… I am sorry for doubting you! I suppose it truly is late… and I am very distressed by all of this… believe it or not, there’s actually /more/… I’m sure you can see why this all is bothering me so much, though I am still sorry for bothering you with my nonsense again…” 

 Mondo shakes his head sharply, reaching out and grabbing one of Taka’s hands, holding it tightly as he gives the hall monitor a small but very sincere smile. 

 “Hey, none a’ that shit, okay? Ya know I don’t fuckin’ mind doin’ this shit, kyoudai. I’m always here when ya need me, day or night. S’long as it makes ya feel even slightly better, I don’t mind a goddamn bit. Now, what’s the rest a’ this bullshit, huh? Let’s fuckin’ hear it, man. Then we can work t’wards fixin’ this shit.” 

 The small, shaky smile Taka gets on his lips causes Mondo’s heart to stop beating for a second, his breath hitching at the goddamn /beauty/ of it. He quickly shoves that feeling aside as Taka nods slowly, the smile fading as the sad, nervous look returns. Fuck, he hates that look…

 “Yes… yes, you are right. Thank you, kyoudai. Anyway… after I told my great aunt the lie, she… she grew very, er… /excited/. It would take me too long to repeat all she said, but the gist of it is that she was very, very happy to hear that. And then… /then/ the cause of my problem became evident. Because… ah, kyoudai! She- she told me, in no uncertain terms, that I /must/ bring my boyfriend with me to meet the family! And she refused to accept my claim that my ‘boyfriend’ was busy that week and couldn’t make it! She just said that if he truly loved me, then he’d make the time to come visit my family, even if only for a day, though she made it clear she expects him to come for the whole week! And she said that if he doesn’t come, then he’s not worth my time and that I should meet with her neighbor’s son anyway to be with a nice, respectable boy! 

 “So, surely you- you understand my dilemma here! I lied about having a boyfriend, but now I’m excepted to suddenly have a boyfriend to bring home for the break! And if I don’t, my great aunt will think that this ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t actually love me and isn’t good enough for me, thus making me meet with this stranger anyway, making this entire lie pointless! I… I don’t know what to do, kyoudai! Do I… do I confess the lie?! Do I keep pretending and just let my great aunt think I’m dating a degenerate who doesn’t care about me at all?! Do I forgo all my morals completely and fake illness to miss the gathering and not have to deal with this situation entirely?! I don’t know, kyoudai! I have no idea! I… I…” 

 Taka starts sobbing again, then, flinging himself back into Mondo’s arms unceremoniously. Mondo can’t help the small grunt he gives at the impact, but his arms are wrapped tight around his kyoudai before he can even fully register the feel of the body pressing tight to his. His mind is absolutely not there, though, as it’s too busy trying to figure this shit out. Mondo may be a fucking dumbass, but over the years of leading his gang, he likes to think he’s gotten good at problem solving. Even if most of his solutions are ‘punch the problem until it goes away,’ he’s gotta admit that it’s usually fucking effective. 

 Not that that shit’ll help this time, of course. Sure, maybe punching Taka’s great aunt would make her see that Taka doesn’t wanna meet with this fucking douchebag neighbor of hers, but that solution opens a whole host of other problems. Not to mention the fact that she’s not even a chick; she’s a goddamn /lady/. And punching a lady is the worst crime a dude can commit. So… punching is outta the question. Regrettably. 

 But… shit. What else can they do? Clearly, they either gotta convince Taka’s aunt that he’s in a loving relationship without the dude showing up to the family reunion bullshit, or else they gotta find a way to convince her that Taka just isn’t interested in dating at the moment so she won’t make him meet the stranger. Considering how Taka mentioned she is being unreasonably stubborn about this, he highly doubts that they’ll be able to do the latter, and the former will require a lot of time and planning to pull off. Time that they don’t have, since Taka is set to leave for home as soon as exams end on Friday, which is only a little over five days away. And given how frantic Taka always has been over exams, he doubts his kyoudai will allow them any free time to actually plan shit. Hm…

 It’s as he’s rubbing Taka’s back— absently saying soothing words that he doesn’t register at all— that the thought enters his head. And it’s a stupid ass thought, right? Mondo gets those all the time, he’s so fucking stupid it’s not funny. Yeah, Taka is always telling him that he’s not as big of a dumbass as he thinks and that he’s actually really fucking smart, but he knows his kyoudai is just trying to be kind. Because judging by the absolute brainlessness of this thought, it’s clear that Mondo is just a dumbass through and through, destined to be a dumbass until the day he inevitably dies. As such, he immediately pushes the thought away and goes back to thinking about actually /good/ solutions, not fucking stupid as shit ones. 

 And yet… as the minutes stretch on and Taka just sniffles pathetically against his chest, Mondo can’t help but keep on cycling back to the idea. And it’s so stupid. Right? Absolutely brainless and moronic and impossible, there’s no way in a million years it would work! And yet… the more he thinks about it, the more /sense/ it makes. Because… shit. It would solve all of Taka’s problems nicely, wouldn’t it…? Taka wouldn’t have to worry about his great aunt discovering his lie, thus allowing Taka to not have to meet with this fucking stranger, both things that Taka wants more than anything right now. And… and Mondo /has/ always said that he’d do /anything/ for his kyoudai… absolutely… anything…

 It’s about five minutes later that Taka finally pulls back from his chest, rubbing his eyes (__adorably__), looking at him with a wide, watery stare. It breaks Mondo’s heart to see it, and for some reason it strengthens the stupid ass thought by a tenfold. And it’s stupid, so /fucking/ stupid, but when he sees Taka open his mouth, a pained grimace on his lips, he…

 He can’t quite help himself…

 “S-so… there, kyoudai. That’s my problem. I told you that it was stupid, and that I should be able to handle it on my own! It’s entirely my fault, after all! If I just hadn’t lied, none of this would be happening! Yes, I’d still have to meet with that darned stranger, but maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad! Like you said, just because we meet doesn’t mean anything has to happen! But no. No, I decided to /lie/, and now I’m paying the price! I… I’ll just have to tell Great Aunt Hana the truth and face the consequences of my actions… oh, mother and father will be so ashamed of me! What kind of moral compass /lies/ like that?! I- I’m so sorry for bothering you with my nonsense, kyoudai, you don’t deserve to deal with this, you’re always so kind to me, I don’t deserve your kindness, I truly don’t-“ 

 “Hey,” Mondo growls lightly, giving Taka a stern glare, “shut the fuck up a second, okay? Shit, an’ stop with that goddamn bullshit already. Ya know I don’t mind doin’ this shit with ya, no matter what time a’ the day, or how fuckin’ stupid it is. Yer my bro, an’ there ain’t shit that I wouldn’t do fer ya, got it? Don’t care if it’s stupid as shit, I’ll always have yer back, just like I know ya’ll always have mine. We’re fuckin’ tight as shit, bro! Ain’t nothin’ gonna break our fuckin’ bond!” 

 Mondo’s heart soars when he sees the tiny smile light up Taka’s face, his kyoudai looking so fucking /relieved/ at his words. Shit. Like he’d ever feel anything different. Mondo plows on when he sees Taka open his mouth, though, not wanting to hear his gratitude, not when he knows it’s time to get this stupid ass idea of his out there. A bubble of nerves enters his chest then, which is honestly the worst thing that could happen… he’s always been so fucking bad when it comes to handling his nerves…

 “Anyway!” Mondo shouts, the nerves making his voice far louder than he intends. Taka flinches slightly, which makes the nerves worse, which just… is really fucking unfortunate, shit… “I had an idea ‘bout how ta fix yer problems, kyoudai! It’s fuckin’ stupid as shit, I’m a complete an’ total dunbass, but the more I think ‘bout it, the more I think it may work! I understand if ya say no, though, so don’t worry kyoudai, it’s fine, I don’t mind, IT’S COMPLETELY COOL IF YA HATE IT AN’ DON’T WANNA DO IT, NO PROBLEM MAN, UH-“ 

 Mondo’s explosion of noise is stopped abruptly when he feels a warm hand grasp his cheek firmly, his breath expelled out of him entirely when he sees Taka look at him with wide eyes, concern deep within them. Shit… s-shit…

 “Kyoudai! Calm yourself, it’s alright! I’m sure that whatever idea you had is a good one! They usually are! Well… as long as it doesn’t involve violence, that is! And! You are not a… a /dumb butt/, you are very smart! Now… please tell me your idea! I am desperate for any help I can get, if you are willing to offer it!” 

 Mondo momentarily gets lost in the intensity of his kyoudai’s eyes, his heart pounding strangely in his chest. Taka doesn’t seem to notice and just stares steadily back, face full of a silent confidence that Mondo could only wish he had. Taka… Taka has always thought the best of him… after they became kyoudai, at least. He’s the only person who believes in him so completely and utterly… even Daiya’s faith wavers sometimes. Taka’s though… it never does, not even for a second… fuck, Mondo is so lucky to have someone as incredible at him… so ungodly lucky… 

 It’s this thought, more than anything, that calms him down enough to keep going, though his heart is still racing horribly in his chest. Taka’s hand has yet to leave his cheek, and his body feels so flushed at the contact, but it’s not bad. Not bad at all…

 “O-okay. Well… from what ya said, it sounds like ya just need ta find a dude ta bring home with ya, yeah? Someone who ya can call yer boyfriend, who knows ya well, who can make yer family think yer happy an’ in love, right? So- so that they’ll stop tryin’ ta hook ya up with any available body? Yeah?” 

 Mondo pauses for a second, eyeing Taka critically, his throat suddenly going thick for reasons he doesn’t understand. Shit… yeah, he knows this idea of his is stupid as shit, but it’s not like Taka will fucking /make fun of him/ for it… Taka is so fucking kind, even if he can be clueless at times, and he’d fucking never make fun of anyone. Not on purpose. 

 Unfortunately, it seems that Taka takes his silence as an invitation for comment, the hall monitor nodding slowly, biting his lip nervously. 

 “Er… well, yes, I suppose so, kyoudai! I suppose having a man come home with me /would/ solve my problems nicely! But… that’s exactly the problem, kyoudai! I don’t actually have a boyfriend, and where on earth will I be able to find one on such short notice?! Besides! I told my great aunt that we’d been dating for months, not just less than a week! Surely she’d be suspicious when she asks him questions and he reveals we only met less than a week prior?! And! My whole problem is that I /don’t/ want a boyfriend, kyoudai, so- so I don’t think that would work, I’m sorry! I mean, I suppose we could try it, but-!”

 “Goddamnit, Taka, I’m not talkin’ ‘bout findin’ ya a goddamn boyfriend! I ain’t that dumb, shit!” Mondo exclaims, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He can see Taka’s pout of confusion, his hand finally leaving his cheek slowly. Mondo has a second to regret the loss, but he doesn’t dwell on it long. After all, it’s time to reveal this fucking bullshit… “Anyway, like I was sayin’, ya… shit. Ya need someone who knows ya, so that the two a’ ya can /pretend/ ta be boyfriends. Ya get me?” 

 Mondo watches as Taka’s eyes go wide, his lips popping open in a silent ‘oh’ of understanding. It makes him smile, his chest fluttering at the sight, but he again pushes passed it, his nerves mounting again. Shit, why is this bullshit so fucking hard… ugh. He /hates/ emotions, he truly does…

 “So! All we gotta do is find someone ya get along well with, who yer super fuckin’ close ta, who knows ya better than ya fuckin’ know yerself! That way, the two a’ ya can trick yer family inta thinkin’ ya’ve been datin’ fer months an’ that yer super fuckin’ happy together! An’ I, uh… I- I think I know exactly who ta get! An’ it’s uh… uh…… s-shit…”

 Mondo’s face is uncomfortably flushed as he gets to this last part of his stupid ass plan, his hands fidgeting horribly. He’d be afraid Taka would chastise him for it, if Taka hadn’t been fidgeting this entire goddamn time. 

 Unfortunately, Taka has about as much patience as he does (re. none), and before Mondo can psych himself up for blurting out the person he thought would perfectly fit this stupid ass plan, Taka is talking, eyes wide with emotion. 

 “Really?! You have?! Who, kyoudai?! I must admit, I cannot think of anyone who would fit that description! I don’t exactly have many close friends, you know, and who exactly would be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend, spending a week with my family, which I know is a challenge on a normal day? Not to mention how taxing it would be to pretend to be in love with me, given how much of a hassle I am, and-“ 

 “Me, ya dumbass! I was fuckin’ talkin’ about me! My fuckin’ plan was that I’d go with ya ta yer family reunion bullshit an’ we’d pretend that we’re fuckin’ datin’! Shit!” 

 The silence that surrounds them following Mondo’s outburst is oppressive, the room thick and stifling with it. Mondo is positive that his face has never felt hotter, his stomach in fucking knots as Taka stares at him in fucking /horror/, his eyes wide and full of a kind of fear he never wants to see on his kyoudai’s face ever, ever again. Shit, he doesn’t want to see it now, especially considering it’s /his fucking fault/ that look is there, and oh, god, he just fucked this entire shit up, didn’t he, oh goddamnit, Taka fucking /hates/ him now, doesn’t he, is disgusted at the very thought of dating Mondo, fake or not, and how fucking dare Mondo /ever/ even /think/ he’d be good enough to be in even a fake relationship with Taka, Taka is so far out of his league it ain’t fucking funny, and-

 As the thoughts roil through Mondo’s head ceaselessly, like tiny daggers attacking every insecurity he’s ever fucking had, Taka’s face crumbles further, his distress palpable, and Mondo /knows/ he has to fix this, quick, because like hell is he gonna let their friendship die over something so /goddamn stupid, Jesus Christ he’s a fucking dumbass/-

 “Or not, shit! Hahahaha, /fuck/, kyoudai, fuckin’ ignore me, Christ! Told ya it was stupid as shit, I’m a goddamn dumbass who never has good ideas an’ ya shouldn’t listen ta a fuckin’ word I say! Like hell would ya ever date a piece a shit like me, ya deserve so much better, yer family would never believe ya’d love a dumpster fire like me, this was a stupid as shit idea, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, please don’t fuckin’ cry, I hate seein’ ya cry, shit-!” 

 “You… y-you’d really do that for me?” Taka asks softly, cutting Mondo’s panicked rambling off so abruptly it makes Mondo’s head spin. He’s so panicked inside that he doesn’t actually comprehend Taka’s softly spoken words for a full ten seconds, honestly. Instead he just stares at Taka, eyes wide, taking in the vulnerability he sees inside painfully familiar wide eyes. When the words finally penetrate the thick fog that has descended around his head, Mondo has to swallow thickly to push down the lump that formed in his throat, nodding solemnly. 

 “Ya kiddin’ me, Taka? Shit. Ya know I’d do fuckin’ anythin’ fer ya, man. You… yer my goddamn best friend, my kyoudai… the only person ta never fuckin’ doubt me fer a second… if I can help ya in any fuckin’ way, ya know I’d do it in a heartbeat. Ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t do fer ya.” 

 Before Mondo can even blink he finds himself with an armful of a crying Taka again, his heart aching so acutely at being the cause of his fucking tears. Fuck… he really is a piece of shit, ain’t he… no wonder he’d never deserve someone as incredible as Taka… he doesn’t even deserve to be his friend, as fucking fucked up as he is, Christ…

 “Y-you truly are amazing, k-kyoudai! Your idea it- it would work perfectly! There is no one I value more than you, my friend, and while I know you do not view me that way, I think it would be simple to pretend for my family’s sake, given how close we already are! And while I dislike the idea of lying to my family, it would ensure they don’t bother me about dating for this gathering, at least! And it solves the problem of the lie I already told!” he hears Taka exclaim after a minute, the hall monitor pulling back from Mondo’s embrace enough to look him in the eyes, the brightness Mondo finds there nearly overwhelming. It strikes Mondo dumb, the ache inside him growing with every passing second. It gets hella worse when Taka’s face falls again, his lip wobbling as he goes to bite it anxiously. Jesus Christ…

 “But… but are you certain, Mondo? Y-you know what my family is like… you’ve met my parents a handful of times, and I’ve told you many stories about my grandmother, aunts, uncles, and many cousins… t-they can be a bit, er… /much/! I understand if you decide you don’t want to do this, especially since it would take a week off your break, and I know how excited you were to see your gang! Not to mention your brother! I… I’d hate to prevent you from seeing them, my friend! S-so, you don’t… you don’t have to help me, Mondo… I made this mess and I can fix it myself, I would never ask this of you, you know I wouldn’t-“

 “Then don’t ask,” Mondo interjects, automatically reaching out a hand to grab Taka’s again, squeezing gently. “I’m fuckin’ offerin’. Shit, bro. Just told ya I’d do fuckin’ anythin’ fer ya. Even slog through a fuckin’ week long family reunion full a’ energetic go getters who are all stubborn as fuckin’ oxes. The gang can fuckin’ wait. Yer more important than those jackasses. An’ Dai knows what ya mean ta me, he won’t mind me spendin’ a week with ya an’ yer family, not if it helps ya outta a bind. I see him all the fuckin’ time anyway, fuckin’ sick a’ that jackass. But, just… I mean it, Taka. I don’t mind helpin’ ya out. I’ll never mind that. ‘Sides… I think I’d honestly /kill/ ta see ya lyin’ ta yer whole ass family fer a week, man. Shit’s gonna be the fuckin’ /best/, heh!” 

 Mondo doesn’t let Taka’s glare stop the cheeky grin he has on his face, not when he can see the tension visibly flow off of Taka’s face, relief taking its place. That’s what he wanted and he’s so fucking relieved it worked. He hates seeing Taka so tense and unhappy. Taka deserves all the happiness in the world, he truly does…

 “That isn’t funny, kyoudai! Lying to my family is not a laughing matter! But I… I appreciate your kindness greatly, my friend… I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. I truly don’t,” Taka says softly, red eyes full of a tenderness that makes Mondo’s stomach twist. “But… there is one thing you said that I staunchly disagree with. You aren’t a ‘dumpster fire,’ nor are you a ‘piece of… /feces/!’ You are a wonderful, kind, and very caring person, whom I am honored to know and be close to! Any woman— or man!— would be lucky to have you! I…. I know I would be. So… please do not put yourself down, my dearest friend! You are far more than you think yourself to be!” 

 Taka’s kind and painfully honest words are too much for Mondo to handle, his heart doing gymnastics inside his chest. In an effort to dispel the soft and sappy emotions rising inside him, Mondo lets go of Taka’s hand (embarrassed to realize he was still holding it unknowingly) and deliberately pushes the hall monitor over. He grins brightly at Taka’s indignant spluttering as he falls off the bed and lands in a sprawl on the ground, his red eyes glaring up as his full lips pout. Fucking adorable as shit, goddamn…

 “Mondo! That was highly uncalled for!” 

 Mondo snickers as he carefully climbs off the bed, holding a hand out to Taka to help him up. Which Taka accepts with another pout, though Mondo thinks he can see fondness in those scarlet eyes. Heh.

 “Yeah? Well, that’ll teach ya ta not say such sappy shit ta me. What are we, preteen chicks?! Shit, man. Now, I dunno know ‘bout you, but I’ve had enough emotional bull crap fer one day. It’s so fuckin’ late, goddamn. We can work out all the details a’ this shit plan in the mornin’, ‘kay? We got a bit a’ time ‘fore this shit show starts, goddamn,” Mondo claims, stretching his arms over his head leisurely. Once he’s done stretching, he continues. 

 “So, d’ya wanna stay over an’ get some studyin’ in? Was tryin’ ta read our goddamn history textbook ‘fore ya started goin’ hog on my bell, though that shit is so fuckin’ confusin’. Or ya can just sleep if ya want. I’ll prolly be up fer a while, since I drank a fuck ton a’ monster, but I can be quiet if ya wanna sleep.”

 Taka blinks at the change in conversation, but he quickly recovers, by now used to Mondo’s abrupt conversation changes once things start drifting too far into emotional territory. The hall monitor then gets a contemplative look on his face, humming softly as he thinks about Mondo’s request. After a moment of this, Taka looks up and smiles brightly at him, nodding firmly. Mondo ignores the gymnasts that are going wild in his heart again. It ain’t important.

 “I think you are right that we should handle the rest of this come morning, kyoudai! It’s much too late to handle such unpleasant business now! And… if you do not mind, kyoudai, I think it would be best for me to stay over tonight! After all, it is very late and if I left now I would be breaking curfew for a second time! Knowingly this time! Which I definitely do not want! And I… I wouldn’t mind staying up for a little bit longer with you! I know that sleep is important to a healthy person, but I must admit that I am a bit too… wired to sleep at the moment. But… w-well. Perhaps we could watch another episode of that show you enjoy instead? While I greatly support your desire to study, I know that you are just trying to appease me, and I do not want that, kyoudai! After all you have done for me today, and all you have offered for the future… well! It’s the absolute least I could do! I-if you would like, of course!” 

 Mondo grins widely at his kyoudai’s offer, reaching forward to affectionately ruffle the teen’s hair. He ignores Taka’s indignant squawking and wraps his arm firmly around the hall monitor’s surprisingly broad and muscular shoulders, steering him gently over to the TV and couch he has in the corner of the room. He definitely ain’t gonna argue when /Taka/ finally asks to watch TV over studying for the first time in his entire goddamn life! It seems that miracles do happen! 

 “Hell yeah, man! Now yer speakin’ my language! Sit yer pasty ass down an’ get ready fer the absolute best goddamn time a’ yer fuckin’ life,” Mondo grins, laughing at Taka’s over exaggerated eye roll. He remembers a time Taka refused to do such a thing, calling it ‘juvenile’ and ‘grotesquely disrespectful,’ heh. How far his little kyoudai has come… he’s so fucking proud. 

 After that, he and Taka sprawl down on the couch, Mondo putting on another episode of the best fucking anime the world has ever seen as he and Taka get busy getting comfy. He knows that Taka isn’t very invested in the story, but the hall monitor is kind enough to watch the series with him on occasion anyway, usually as a treat for finishing all of his work on time. It feels a little weird to be watching a show with Taka at one in the fucking morning, but there’s something strangely thrilling about it too. Like they’re breaking a rule together, even though there technically aren’t any rules prohibiting shit like this. It’s prolly just because normally, Taka wouldn’t be caught dead watching a TV show in general, let alone watching one past curfew, heh. His kyoudai sure is structured, following the most rigid fucking schedule Mondo has ever seen every goddamn day of his goddamn life… it’s honestly kinda endearing, heh. 

 As the screen turns on and Mondo navigates to his favorite fucking show, he has to forcibly push away the fucking anxiety that keeps trying to crop up inside of him over the thought of what he agreed to do with Taka over the break, telling himself that he’ll handle it later. And why the fuck should it even matter, huh? Shit, it’s just pretending to be his best friend’s fucking /boyfriend/ in front of all of his fucking family for an entire goddamn week, tricking them into thinking the two of them are madly in love and happy together so they’ll stop harassing Taka about getting a boyfriend. All while being the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader, AKA a no good, rotten, criminal delinquent who in no way, shape, or form will ever be close to being good enough for someone as fucking /perfect/ as Taka. The fuck does he have to be nervous about, huh?! Shit will be fine. Fucking /fine/. 

 It’s about halfway through the episode, Mondo barely noticing what’s going on (definitely /not/ because he’s internally freaking the fuck out over the thought of the con job he and Taka are gonna attempt to pull off, fuck you very much), that he feels a weight fall against his shoulder. 

 Jolting slightly in surprise, Mondo looks to his left and feels his heart clench when he sees Taka leaning against him with his eyes closed, his mouth partially open, and his breathing deep and even. While it’s not even close to the first time he’s seen Taka while he’s sleeping— since they’ve had so many sleepovers by this point that it’s not funny— it still always manages to take him by surprise just how peaceful the teen looks when he’s asleep. His intense eyebrows aren’t furrowed into tight little knots, and his lips aren’t pulled down into that angry little scowl. He looks almost like a regular teen like this, like he hasn’t put the weight of the world forcibly onto his own shoulders. It’s… honestly super fucking alluring… not that he views Taka like that! Heh! 

 Anyway… Mondo focuses back on the TV as the final act of the show plays out, Mondo following along easily since he’s seen this episode a hundred goddamn times. He tries not to notice Taka’s steady weight against his shoulder, but it’s so fucking hard not to. After a minute, he gives into temptation and wraps his arm around Taka’s shoulder, allowing the teen to rest more comfortably against his side. He yet again ignores the clenching his heart gives when he feels Taka happily snuggle closer, lips releasing a happy little hum as he gets comfy. Ain’t a fucking problem. Not like this is the first time this shit has happened. No big deal. 

 When the episode finally ends, Mondo starts another one, not wanting to let go of Taka just then. It’s just nice, okay? Holding the teen. Feeling his warmth against him. Mondo’s always been a very tactile person and being close to Taka like this is just… nice. So fucking nice. It ain’t fucking weird, okay?! Shit…

 By the time that episode ends Mondo can feel the energy drink wear off, his body crashing from the caffeine high. Blinking back his exhaustion, he turns off the TV and turns to face his kyoudai, smiling at the peaceful expression. He truly regrets reaching out and shaking Taka gently to wake him, but he knows that he’s gotta. While he could carry the hall monitor to his bed no problem, he knows he can’t let Taka sleep in his uniform all night. And like hell is he gonna undress the teen without his knowledge. Shit’s creepy as fuck. 

 “Hey, kyoudai. Ya gotta wake up, man. It’s so fuckin’ late an’ we gotta get ta bed. Ya hear me?” Mondo mutters as he tries to rouse his sleeping friend. Given that Taka’s always been a bit of a heavy sleeper, it takes him a few moments of this before the teen blinks awake, his red eyes bleary with exhaustion. 

 “K-kyoudai? What are you doing here?” Taka mumbles sleepily, his eyes blinking heavily as he looks around the room absently. It makes Mondo smile, finding Taka unreasonably cute. He just can’t help it. Dude’s fucking adorable, ask anyone. 

 “Yer in my room, man. ‘Member? Ya had that problem with yer family an’ then I asked if ya wanted ta study? An’ ya said no, ya wanted ta watch a show instead? Only ta fall asleep halfway through the first episode, like the old man ya are? Ringin’ any bells?” Mondo rumbles, a smirk replacing the smile as he teases his friend. He watches as Taka continues to blink, comprehension filling his face slowly. A flush rises on Taka’s cheeks for reasons Mondo doesn’t know, the teen averting his eyes hastily. 

 “A-ah, yes, I… I’m sorry, kyoudai… I didn’t mean to fall asleep… d-did you still want to watch some of the show now? I do not mind!” Taka claims, though his voice is thick with sleep. Smiling softly, Mondo shakes his head. Then, unable to help himself, he reaches out and brushes back some of Taka’s hair, privately relishing in the coarseness of the strands. He can tell Taka didn’t take a shower like he usually does at night, leaving his hair all crunchy from his gel, the strands sticking out in all directions. It makes Taka look disheveled in a way Mondo doesn’t think anyone else has ever seen, save maybe his parents. The thought brings a rush of pure pleasure to flow through him. 

 “Nah, man. It’s cool. ‘Sides, I’m fuckin’ crashin’ hard. Just wanted ta wake ya so ya could change outta yer ridiculous uniform. Can’t sleep in that shit. Want, uh… w-want some help?” 

 Taka blinks blearily at him, his soft flush darkening. To Mondo’s intense shock, the teen nods slowly, red eyes sinking to the ground. Oh… shit. He hadn’t expected Taka to agree… not that he minds, of course, this ain’t the first time he’s helped his kyoudai undress (in a strictly platonic way, Jesus fucking Christ) but… h-heh. Shit. 

 “I-if you do not mind, my dearest kyoudai,” Taka mumbles, stabbing Mondo through the heart. Clearing his throat to try and dislodge the ball of emotion that has risen there, Mondo nods mutely and reaches forward to grab the ridiculous medals and pins and place them down on the table nearby. Taka helps with this, but his fingers are clumsy, his eyes drooping heavily with every second that passes. It’s so fucking adorable, but Mondo presses on and begins unbuttoning the ridiculously complex white jacket. Once that’s off, Mondo folds it the way Taka has taught him, though far more clumsily and awkwardly. It’s worth it to see the sleepy smile his kyoudai shoots him, though. 

 Soon enough Taka is down to his underwear, Mondo doing his best to not internally combust. But why the fuck should it matter if Taka’s in his underwear, huh?! He’s seen the dude naked a ton of times, since they routinely take a morning bath in the bathhouse together. Nakedness has never, not once, bothered Mondo, so he firmly ignores the heat in his gut as he reaches forward to lift up his kyoudai. It’s so expected by this point that Taka doesn’t even let out a token protest at the action, instead just wrapping his arms around Mondo’s neck with a happy hum.  

 The feel of sleep warm, bare skin against his body is stupidly distracting, so Mondo quickly heads for his bed and gently places Taka down atop it. Mondo gives himself one second to admire the image of a half naked, sleepy Taka cuddling down into his bed, before he begins discarding his pants and getting into the bed beside his kyoudai. He keeps his tank on, though. Just… for no reason, really. 

 As soon as his head hits the pillow, Mondo feels his eyes close heavily, his exhaustion catching up to him. It’s about half past two and even he’s tired as shit. Luckily it’s Saturday (Sunday now, technically), giving him all of tomorrow (today, shit, whatever) to lounge in bed and relax. He carefully doesn’t think about how Taka sure as shit ain’t gonna allow him to do that, as anal as the teen is about studying for the exams, and lets his delusion of a lazy day soothe him into the bliss of sleep. 

 Before he can fully drift off, though, he feels a cautious hand brush the back of his own, causing his eyes to flutter open and his head to loll to the side, eyeing his friend. Taka is curled into a ball on his side, like he usually sleeps, but even through the dark Mondo can see that his bright red eyes are open, even if they droop with sleep. 

 “Mondo? Are you awake?” Taka asks quietly, his voice softer than Mondo’s ever heard it. Concerned, Mondo moves his hand to grab his friend’s, squeezing the appendage tightly. 

 “Yeah. Y’okay, kyoudai? Need anythin’?” 

 Mondo watches as Taka shakes his head slowly, the hall monitor subtly shifting so that he’s closer to Mondo. Usually when they share a bed they’re able to stay on their respective sides, but it’s not uncommon for them to migrate to the middle, either in sleep or deliberately like this. He tells himself that firmly when he feels his heart jump at the feel of Taka’s head landing on his chest, Mondo’s arms automatically wrapping around an overwhelmingly warm chest. 

 “I just… wanted to thank you, my friend. For all your help today, and how kind you’ve always been to me. I will never understand why you- you care about me, but I… I cannot be more grateful. I… you truly are outstanding, Mondo. Truly.” 

 The whispered words break Mondo’s heart, and before he knows it he is tightening his grip to try and release some of the emotion that is building up inside him. Logically, he knows that he was Taka’s first friend and that a lot of the teen’s gratitude towards him is in regards to that, but… but sometimes, when Taka says shit like that, that’s he’s outstanding and kind and- and shit like that, he…

 He can almost find it in him to believe it…

 The emotion still far too overwhelming, Mondo finds himself leaning down and pressing a featherlight, gentle kiss to his kyoudai’s crown, an action he knows he will fervently deny to his dying day. Right now, though… he’s too tired to care. 

 “Shit… thanks, bro. Now, ‘nough chick shit. Get some sleep, man. Know yer gonna wanna be up stupidly early ta go over yer self-made study guide an’ I fuckin’ /know/ yer gonna force me ta do that shit too. So… get some sleep, Kiyo. Rest a’ this shit can wait ‘til mornin’, ‘kay?” 

 Taka nods sleepily against his chest, letting out one last happy sigh before he immediately falls into a deep sleep, his breathing deep and even. Mondo honestly envies how quick the teen can fall asleep, since even when he’s dead tired it takes Mondo a while to drift off. But that’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He’s glad Taka can find sleep that easy. He deserves it. 

 He uses his time to watch his kyoudai as he sleeps, sleepy eyes tracing over painfully familiar features, over and over again. If he were in his right mind he’d force himself to stop, thinking how fucking creepy it is to watch a person sleep, but he uses his exhaustion as an excuse and keeps going. Eventually his eyes get too heavy and he has to close them, sleep finding him soon after, but he’s not too disappointed. 

 It ain’t like this is the last time they’ll ever do this shit. 

 The thought is comforting. 

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(While they don’t show up for a few more chapters, here is a cheat sheet of Taka’s family on his mother’s side. Spoiler: there are a lot and they have similar names. No, this was not at all confusing for me while writing this story. No, I’m TOTALLY not lying right now. :-) )

Taka’s family (this part is a basic run down of Taka’s family on his mother’s side. This is what I used to come up with the OC’s I was going to need. Not all of these characters will be at the reunion, but most will. I have a more in depth run down with names and ages right after this):

Him

His mom and dad.

His mom’s older sister and younger brother. The sister is married and has three children, ages 14, 10, and 6. Taka gets along with the children reasonably well, but his aunt doesn’t approve of his sexuality. The brother is divorced and has two children, ages 8 and 3, but they’re not coming to the reunion.

His grandma who is a widow. His great aunt Hana and great uncle Akiro. They have two children, both of whom are coming. One of the children is unmarried while the other is and has three children, two twins about Taka’s age and a 13 year old. Taka doesn’t get along with the twins at all and only somewhat tolerates the 13 year old. The entire family is vaguely unpleasant and stuck up.

There is another cousin who is the child of another great uncle who passed, his grandmother’s older brother. This cousin has two children, one who is twenty five and has two children, ages three and five months, while the other is twenty and single. Taka gets along with them reasonably well.

Note: Pretty much all of these names were picked at random from a list of Japanese baby names. Very little thought was put into them, other than the name I gave Taka’s mother. But I already named her in my other fic The Problem With Perfection, ha.

~XOX~

List of people at the family reunion:

Takaaki: Taka’s dad. Like in canon, he’s a cop and is very tired all the time with the debt he has to pay back. He loves Taka dearly and would do anything for him. Age: Mid to late thirties

Kiyoshi: the name I gave Taka’s mom. Since, ya know… it’s not fair if he only gets named after his dad, ha. She is very kind and loving to Taka, and Taka is extremely close to her. Age: mid to late thirties.

Granny Kichi: Taka’s grandma, Kiyoshi’s mom. She’s very shrewd and opinionated, and she doesn’t like being in the wrong. She is not a fan of Mondo at all. Age: late sixties, early seventies.

Great Aunt Hana: Taka’s aunt, older sister of his grandma. She lived with Kiyoshi and Kichi when Kiyoshi was little, so she’s like a second mother to her. She’s even more stubborn and opinionated than Kichi, which is saying a lot, though she tends to be more fair in her judgement and is cautiously approving of Mondo. Age: early to mid seventies.

Great Uncle Akiro: Hana’s husband. While he also lived with Kiyoshi and Kichi, Kiyoshi isn’t as close to him, as he’s very reserved. She loves him dearly though. Age: late seventies.

Kumi: Taka’s first cousin once removed, though he calls her ‘aunt.’ She’s the daughter of Akiro and Hana. Very unpleasant and elitist and doesn’t get along well with Kiyoshi, despite being raised together, making them almost siblings. Mildly homophobic. Age: mid to late forties.

Daichi: Kumi’s husband, who Taka calls ‘uncle’. He’s a successful business man and is very rigid and cold. Like Byakuya but a bit less pretentious and more cruel. Is very disparaging to Takaaki and Kiyoshi because of the Ishimaru scandal. Homophobic. Age: late forties.

Akihiko: Taka’s other first cousin once removed, though he calls him ‘uncle.’ The son of Akiro and Hana. He never married and is a happy bachelor. He and Taka get along well, though Akihiko is much more laid back than any of the others in the family. He’s close to Kiyoshi and they get along very well. Age: late forties.

Eiko: Taka’s second cousin. She is the twin sister to Eichi and is the first daughter of Kumi and Daichi. She is a very unpleasant, nasty girl who thinks herself better than others because her father is rich. Taka dislikes her greatly, though he does his best to be polite to her. She has no real opinion on homosexuality, but she has no problem using it against Taka. Age: sixteen, almost seventeen. About a year younger than Taka at the time of this fic.

Eichi: Taka’s other second cousin. He is the twin brother to Eiko and only son of Kumi and Daichi. He is also very unpleasant, always bullying Taka because of what happened to Taka’s paternal grandfather. Taka would never admit it, but he hates Eichi and equates him with the worst of his bullies in grade school. He also has no real strong opinions about homosexuality, but definitely doesn’t mind using it against Taka. Age: sixteen, almost seventeen.

Haruki: Taka’s other second cousin. Younger sister of Eichi and Eiko and youngest daughter of Kumi and Daichi. Of her branch of the family, she is the nicest, but that’s not saying much as she is still very stuck up and snobbish. She looks down upon Taka for the scandal, but she doesn’t hate him and doesn’t tend to bully him. She is actually supportive of gay rights, though she does not publicly admit this for fear of being alienated by her family. Age: thirteen.

Jin: daughter of an unnamed great uncle, who was the eldest brother of Kichi and Hana. She is married to Taishiro. They are not attending the reunion so they don’t really matter, ha. Age: mid fifties.

Yoshi: Taka’s second cousin. Eldest daughter of Jin and Taishiro. She is kind of like a big sister to Taka and they get along well. She is mellower than Taka, though she also has a strict sense of right and wrong, and has a bubbly personality. Age: twenty-five.

Alex: Married to Yoshi. He is an American immigrant who lives in Japan. He is nice enough, though very bland and his Japanese is so-so. Age: mid to late twenties.

Samantha: Taka’s second cousin once removed, daughter of Yoshi and Alex. She is three and is very rambunctious and spirited. Talks A LOT. Taka adores her and she adores Mondo, to Mondo’s confusion, disgruntlement, and private delight. Age: three.

Benny: Taka’s other second cousin once removed, son of Yoshi and Alex. He is an infant and is very, very cute. Taka adores him dearly. Yes, he is just an excuse to have Taka and Mondo hold and take care of a baby and I won’t apologize for it. Age: five months.

Miki: Taka’s other second cousin. Youngest daughter of Jin and Taishiro. She is currently in university as a fashion design major and wants to become a famous fashion designer. Bugs Taka all the time about Junko (who, BTW, isn’t evil in the AU, but is definitely not nice). Taka doesn’t get along with her as well as he gets along with Yoshi, but he likes her well enough. She has trouble finding a date (mostly due to her overbearing nature) and is bitter about it, but is super supportive of Taka and Mondo’s “relationship.” Age: 20

Ryoko: Taka’s actual aunt. Older sister of Kiyoshi. Homophobic and very vocal about her disdain for Taka and Mondo’s relationship. Before he came out, Taka had liked his aunt very much, and is very hurt by her disdain and disgust for him now. She does not get along well with her younger sister at all because of her comments towards Taka. Before that, they were fairly close as well.  Age: early forties.

Yuudai: Ryoko’s husband. A very meek and quiet man who gets overshadowed by his wife. Taka feels a bit sorry for him, but never says that. He is not homophobic but he doesn’t speak out against his wife. Age: early forties.

Ronin: Taka’s first cousin, son of Ryoko and Yuudai. A spirited boy who takes a shining to Mondo, much to Mondo’s discomfort. Unlike his mother, he has no problem with people who are gay. Age: fourteen.

Raidon: Taka’s first cousin, son of Ryoko and Yuudai. Quieter than his older brother, Raidon likes to look and listen, not speaking much. He also likes Mondo and has no problem with people who are gay. Age: ten.

Rini: Taka’s first cousin, daughter of Ryoko and Yuudai. Very loud and energetic, she adores Taka and is borderline obsessed with Mondo, to Mondo’s supposed horror. Taka finds it adorable. Does not understand why her mother does not like Mondo or his relationship to Taka. Age: six.

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And that’s the first chapter! I honestly really like this chapter and it’s prolly the main reason I keep thinking about this story so much. I really wanted to share this chapter specifically, so I’m glad I’m finally sharing it here on Tumblr. I’ve been meaning to for AGES, but kept putting it off. But there’s no time like the present. ^-^ Hopefully I’ll post the second chapter tomorrow, prolly in a different post to not make this one insanely long. I’ll prolly not add the italics to that chapter and just have the little slants to indicate italics, since it took me a while to do that today. I’ve not put this fic on my computer since it’s unfinished, so I just have my little indicators I use on my phone at the moment. Sorry if that bothers anyone. 

[nightswithkookmin]

Hiiii, please response me😭

Honestly I wonder why Jk jealous of taemin when taemin & jimin having friendship?? I mean I can clearly see jk's jealousy. Please answer..... Borahae 💜

Ehhhhhh??????? JK is jealous of Taemin????

That's both an understatement and the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! Lol

Don't be shy, he wants to kill him. Say it! Lmho

Why is JK jealous of Taemin? Sounds like an existential question and I don't want to get into all of that mess.

I just slicked my edges down. Can't have these angry mobs peeling it off by force 🤧

But I get it. I used to find JK and Taemin's dynamic intriguing too but frankly, I'm over it. Lol.

I don't think it's as deep as the fandom make it seem. Especially not in 2021.

Word on the streets was Taemin had a thing for JM? and JK wasn't too happy about that- not sure about that but I can't fault him if ever he did. It's Jimin. Who doesn't want him.

But I think it's more delicate than that.

Besides, Jealousy shouldn't be our only go to label to explain every Jungkook emotion out there where JM is concerned.

Personally, I've sought to revolutionize the term Jeonlous and Jimlous in the way that we as a fandom perceive and think on it as a complex human emotion, one that centers mostly on boundaries rather than frivolous feelings of possessiveness or envy.

So to me, if JK really is 'jealous' in regards to Taemin then I'd assume it's because Taemin breached his personal boundaries where JM is concerned. It's as simple as that.

Which I believe was the case.

I try not to speculate on dynamics other than BTS's as it goes against my better conscience- Yes I have one. Shut up and read. Lol.

I tortured myself to death, figuratively speaking of course, the last time I tried commenting on a dynamic outside of BTS- JK and Mijoo's situation.

I don't think it's ethical...

When it comes to JK and Taemin's dynamic, one thing you should understand is they aren't friends. Not that we know of.

Jimin and Taemin are friends in the same interest group, the Padding Squad. JK isn't a member of that interest group- perhaps because he doesn't share their interests.

Jhope passed on becoming a member of the Padding Squad because his hobbies and interests didn't align with that of the members- Sungwoon. He introduced Sungwoon to Suga instead who then introduced him to JM.

One thing that Jhope said about Sungwoon was that he enjoyed outing which was a lifestyle incompatible with his own.

Now since Sungwoon said he clicked with JM right away, I'd assume its because JM enjoyed going out and stuff like that- among other things.

Jk in those days wasn't known as the outing kind and preferred staying indoors to going out. I think this is one of the contrasts between JK and Jimin's personalities.

So if JM has a bunch of friends who enjoy going out as much, then I don't see how JK would fit into that circle.

Taemin and JK move in totally different circles. They don't have much in common beyond the fact they are both close to Jimin. In my opinion. I could be wrong.

Jimin have said he doesn't like to share his friends but of course we've seen him, Sungwoon and JK hang out a few times. Those three have a friendship going on unlike in TaeminMinKook's case.

It's speculated, Jimin introduced JK to Sungwoon but this was during one of Sungwoon's time off and the three got to hang together which I think is great.

Not sure if, JM has had similar opportunity to introduce Taemin and JK. That would depend on their schedules and what they do during their free time.

Introductions are necessary in friendship culture and we cannot undervalue JM's role in facilitating camaradship between those two.

If they are 'not friends' ask JM why. Smirk.

Their 'differences' and why their 'not friends' to me has more to do with their unique individualities and interests but also their age difference and culture?

Jealousy sounds plausible but you have to consider the fact age is a huge thing in the South Korean culture.

Taemin is much older than JK and ordinarily we cannot reasonably expect for them to be as close much less be friends to begin with- per the dictates of their culture.

As much as we love to rave on about the hyung/dongsaeng dynamics in their culture, from the little I know of their culture, older people and younger people aren't expected to mingle so easily or act so casually.

Besides, hyung/dongsaengs aren't considered friendmates in their culture.

A high level of respect and reverence is required within such a dynamic and boundaries are expected to be upheld at all times too so I guess we can chalk it up to that too I think.

The only way a younger person can be considered friends with or close with or even treat an older person as 'a friend' is if the older one allows for that level of familiarity between them.

Without that kind of permission, their relationship is viewed as strictly an older hyung to younger dongsaeng relationship and formality must be respected by both sides.

I think we've talked about this? This is what JK was going on about in his conversation with Tae in Soop. Tae was giving JK permission to treat him as 'friends' within the group but JK insisted on the formality and boundaries expected between them as hyung as and dongsaeng.

If JK believes he needs to uphold boundaries with people older than him and not get too close to them, what makes you think he would consider older people besides his bandmates 'friends' or treat them casually like one?

The thing about JK, he is a bit cliquey... in my opinion that is. I'm gonna get in trouble, am I not? Chilee.

I often talk about JK and exclusivity or his tendencies for exclusive behaviors....

Once my sister told me, when she first enrolled to uni, how everyone she'd met would ask of her age first before they even asked which country she was from and some of the girls on her floor wouldn't talk to her because they considered her older than them and as such kept their distance or something like that- out of respect for and she had to give those that fuxked with her permission to address her a casual way- personally, I thought they were just being ageists and racists as fuck but then a year into her stay she said she sort of got the hang of it. That it was a cultural thing- Stockholms is real people. Lmho.

Bitxh wouldn't know a friend from a foe. Can't relate. Foe till proven friends!

Gotta smart yourself out here- Hold on...

Is this why I don't have no friends???!!!!!

😥😥😥😥😥💀

Chilee. This is not good.

She explained, most of the people she later became friends with seemed to prefer making friends with foreigners because they felt the age barrier thingy didn't apply there and they had the freedom to express themselves freely with them regardless of their age.

People that are considered 'friends' in their culture are usually people around the same age while a hyung/dongsaeng friendship dynamic often invite brows and gazes- if you know what I mean. A hyung who allows a dongsaeng to be friends with them gives that dongsaeng status at best, at worst is opening the younger one to cultural criticism especially in how the older one is addressed.

So when Namjoon refers to Jimin as a friend it hits hard and reflects how deep and special their bond is as compared to say Vmin or NamHope who are close in age. Same age friendships would have to be qualified to denote how special their bond is. So for Vmin you'd see them going out of their way to talk about that they are soulmates, besties etc.

When JM talks about that all of his friends are hyungs, it a form of social proof. One cannot be friends with hyungs just like that. Jimin is cool and has social status.

If Jimin ever refers to JK as a friend he would be admitting he allows for a certain level of familiarity between them that is out of the ordinary just as his dynamic with Taemin and RM is.

I say all this so you can deep it when an older says to a young one, he is my friend.

RM says JM is his friend.

Mess with Minimoni, I'll stab you.

Taemin says JM is his closest 'friend' in the padding squad- or maybe I misunderstood what he meant but he keeps talking about Jimin and how close they are and how special their relationship is in the media and what not...

Deep it and deep it for JK too. Lmho.

He's lucky he is alive!

In my opinion, JK doesn't do too well around people who pull ranks over him. He tends to have his guard up around them and he tries to maintain formality with them.

It all depends on how comfortable JK is around certain group of friends Jimin has. Just as, it's not all friends of JK JM vibes with. Smirk.

Ok listen, I tried this sane shipper thingy yall recommended, it's not working for me-

If Taemin is not fucking with JK, JK is not gonna be fucking with him. So simple. I tried beating around the bush but chilee JK is not the problem Taemin is. There I said it.

In my opinion of course.

Whatever thing they had going on seemed personal and it could be as a result of anything.

It could be JK doesn't agree with his choices, lifestyle or influence on JM. It could also be Taemin does not approve of JK for JM. It could be he said something JK took offense at. Literally anything.

Whereas JK have reacted strongly to him in the past, I don't think I've seen Taemin have a similar strong reaction to JK. I could be wrong.

To me, he's always laughed those moments off as if JK were overreacting to something trivial- which, it's Jk, I won't put it past him but I find that behavior annoying and condescending as fuck coming from Taemin. No disrespect to Taemin.

For whatever reason, JM has always put his friendships on a pedestal talking about that his relationships is gold to him and what not and he prides himself in the fact he goes out of his way to nurture his relationships.... cool.

Love it for him.

But JK on the other hand has been striving to put up boundaries for JM in regards to the people he surrounds himself with and I don't think Taemin is an exception or was an exception.

JK has a lot of boundaries, I keep saying and they may not be the kind of boundaries you expect to see from him but he has them regardless.

He prefers for instance not to be so casual with people older than him for obvious reasons as he keeps saying, I'd assume it's a value he's tried to pass on to JM several times over the years- what is JM's view on that? Clearly JM has his own values.

JK has said he doesn't have friends and when he started making friends they were all within the same age group- the 97 liners.

JM on the other hand says all his friends are hyungs and he has one same age friend- V. Sidenote: Can't he just make Idol friends within the same age group besides V?

What goes on?!

Do y'all see the conflict of values there?

It's not always about Jealousy if you ask me.

Their values on certain things don't align.

I'm sorry. Lmho.

I mean I have said this several times now!

It's taken JK a hot minute to come to terms with, accept and get used to certain things especially in his relationship and personal life and it shows in the way he talked about 'dressing up' more often in his recent VLive, and how he seems to be acknowledging that he is a celebrity with power and status and he has to be conscious of that going forward.

Contrast that with a two years ago when he didn't even care about how he dressed to the airport and Jm said he had to use tactics to get him to get rid of his old bag or even care about how he dressed.

Significant improvement.

Jimin, as we've said claims he's come to the realization friends ain't shit- the emphasis is mine. Lol.

So I guess my answer to your question is, I don't think JK is jealous necessarily when it comes to Taemin. He reacts to him the same way he reacts to Namjoon or whosoever breaches his boundaries in regards to JM.

And that to me translates as, Taemin doesn't respect JK's boundaries for whatever reason. It could be because like I said, he doesn't think JK has a place in JM's space as his boyfriend, could be because he treats JK as JM's dongsaeng and not his equal partner.

It could be JK doesn't approve of Taemin's friendship with Jimin because he expects Jm to have boundaries especially with certain people around him- I mean I wonder how many of their friends know they are a thing. Can't be all of them💀

That too can create issues with the way they handle their boundaries with either of Jikook.

Or it can be because he is jealous too. We can't know for sure.

Signed,

GOLDY

[ruthoakenshield]

Very Good Friends (Chapter 20)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14]  [Chapter 15]  [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19]

Reader x Henry Cavill, OC Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!  Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression,   humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better.

Smut (the happy good kind) is here as I promised. In all it’s fluffy, juicy, tantalizing goodness!!! :)  :)  :)

If  ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT  read below  the cut! go find something else to read in this case and if  you want to be removed from the taglist for this story, let me know. I won’t be upset, I promise!

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.

GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

You lay there panting wondering how the hell such a well endowed man can fuck both your holes and not make it hurt when your rapist co-star was half his size and it hurt like hell. You lay there on your belly under Henry, panting and pondering this as he throbbed inside you, filling your ass with his seed.

He moans and cups your breast with his massive, sticky hand. “You okay, Kitten? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked. You roll to your side with him and grind your ass against him, making him wince. “Careful, Love, it’s still sensitive.” he says. “You okay?” he asks again.

You nod and lay there still pondering how he did it. “What’s going on in that noggin of yours? I can see the hamster running on it’s wheel.” he says lazily as he plays with your breast and nuzzles your neck.

“How did you do it without me noticing and it not hurting?” you ask. “You're easily twice the thickness and length he was, and it hurt like hell when he took me in both holes, but you did it and it didn’t hurt at all!” you exclaim.

Henry smiles. “It’s all in the way it’s done, Sweetheart. Regardless of the size of the toy or fingers or dick. The holes need to be well lubed, gently and gradually stretched and she has to be adequately relaxed and distracted so she doesn’t tighten up before you can get in there.” he explains as he peppers you with kisses to distract you as he pulls out. You hiss a little as the head of his dick slips out and he gently massages the hole. “Now how about a nice, cool shower so we can get cleaned up?” he suggests, knowing you will have a busy day getting ready for the red carpet.

You nod and roll off the bed. He does the same and you both head to your respective showers.

As each of you shower, you both ponder the last 24 hours and your future. Henry had decided to take a month off for a vacation and planned to spend it on his boat in Greece. He wondered what your plans were. He wanted you to join him. God! Making love to you for a month on his boat sounded like heaven!

As you showered you realized you had nothing in the books since this was your first film. You remember Henry saying he was heading for a vacation for a month somewhere in southern Europe. Something about his boat there. You wished he would invite you to tag along. God! Fucking him was amazing! You didn’t know a man could make you feel the way he does. You thought it was always going to hurt. You couldn’t let this man go. He has ruined you for dating any man ever again.

Climbing out of your showers, you both wondered how to keep this good thing you had going.

You each dried off and threw on your sweats. Henry came back into your room and sat on your bed you had just made. He watched you move around the room getting things cleaned up and put away in preparation for the onslaught of women who were scheduled to come and do your hair, makeup and nails. He wondered what your gown looked like and sat there with a grin. You paused and looked at him. “What?” you asked, your hands on your hips as you stood in front of him.

He looks at you and chuckles. “Just wondering what your gown for tonight looks like.” he says with an impish grin, glancing over to the garment bag hanging in the closet. You chuckle. “Sorry, Bear, you don’t get to see that till we are ready to leave.” you tease.

He grabs your hips and pulls you between his legs. His hands grab your ass, and you giggle. His hand completely covers each ass cheek. He grins and squeezes them. “So, what are you going to do after tonight?” he asks.

You raise your eyebrow. “Not sure, fuck your brains out in the morning, then head out of here. Haven’t decided where I’m going or what I’m gonna do.” you reply. “Nothing in the works for me at the moment.”

Henry grins. “How about you join me for a month’s vacation, and we can enjoy Greece and my private boat?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“Ahhh, but the question is, would we ever leave the boat and actually see the sights of Greece? Or would I only see the sights of your boat and your Greek god-like body?” you tease as you walk your index and middle fingers up his chest and flick his nose with them.

He grins, “Well, that will depend on if you’re a good girl or not.” he teases back. “Hmmmm. I’ll have to think on it, Bear. I’ll let you know when we get back here tonight.” you tell him, knowing it will keep him on his toes in anticipation all evening long.

He frowns. “You’re gonna make me wait all night for an answer?” he asks incredulously and smacks your ass hard. “Bad kitty!” he teases in mock offense.

“OW!!!” You squeak and rub your ass. You flick his nose again. “Bad Bear!!! Didn’t your Momma teach you patience, and that all good things come to those who wait!?!”

He growls. “I’ve waited long enough for you, Sweetheart. You said you wanted to be my girl. I don't want to lose you and I want you with me so we can have some proper dates. And get to know each other better!” he growls in your ear as he grabs the back of your head and looks you in the eyes, then kisses you and steals your breath away.

You feel him pull you flush against him and your hands instinctively nestle in his curls. You moan and feel yourself succumbing to his charms. You hear a knock at the door and some women laughing on the other side of it. You pull away. “Just a moment!” you call out. Henry grins and tries to pick up where he left off, but you are struggling to get out of his arms. “Hen, let me go! I gotta let them in so I can get ready!” you hiss in his ear.

Henry looks up at you and pouts. “Can I stay and watch?” he asks. You laugh. “Whatever you want, Hen. But you might get hit on by them.” you warn him. He grins and stands, then heads into his room and grabs the newspaper and comes back into your room pretending to read it as you let the women in. He stands in the doorway leaning against the casing, and looks up from the paper. Lowering it just enough to hide the tent in his sweats.

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. “Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

Henry just spends the morning quietly watching them, when he got up to go get his bottle of rosemary water from the hotel fridge, he startled the girls. “Oh my God! We totally forgot you were still here! I’m SO sorry!!!!” they apologized. Henry just laughs and tells them that it’s okay. He was having fun observing.

He spent some time in his room polishing his shoes and setting out his clothes for tonight. Then he came back in to see how things were going. Since it was getting close to lunch time, he offered to get everyone lunch if they could decide on what they wanted. They told him what they wanted to eat, and he left to go get everyone food.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

“So, what did he do when he found out your costar raped you?” one of the girls asked. “Did he go beat him up?” she inquired. You chuckle. “No, he made sure I got checked at the hospital and helped me recover and looked out for me after that. Like I said, a perfect gentleman.” you relate to them.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

“Hey, where did these come from?” one of the gals teases as there’s a very clear bite mark on your neck with two small, red scabs. You blush and just smirk. “Was that from Henry?!?! Are you two really getting’ it?!? What’s he like in bed?!?” they start bombarding you with all kinds of questions.

You just chuckle. “I’m not discussing my sex life or lack thereof with anyone.” You defer. “He’s not attacking you is he?” one of the gals asks, frowning. “No.” you reply. “Henry has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” You assure them. “Don’t worry about it.” you tell them. “Just cover up the hickeys and bite mark and do your jobs and make me look radiant.” You tell them with a giggle.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.show

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. “Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

Henry just spends the morning quietly watching them, when he got up to go get his bottle of rosemary water from the hotel fridge, he startled the girls. “Oh my God! We totally forgot you were still here! I’m SO sorry!!!!” they apologized. Henry just laughs and tells them that it’s okay. He was having fun observing.

He spent some time in his room polishing his shoes and setting out his clothes for tonight. Then he came back in to see how things were going. Since it was getting close to lunch time, he offered to get everyone lunch if they could decide on what they wanted. They told him what they wanted to eat, and he left to go get everyone food.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

“So, what did he do when he found out your costar raped you?” one of the girls asked. “Did he go beat him up?” she inquired. You chuckle. “No, he made sure I got checked at the hospital and helped me recover and looked out for me after that. Like I said, a perfect gentleman.” you relate to them.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

“Hey, where did these come from?” one of the gals teases as there’s a very clear bite mark on your neck with two small, red scabs. You blush and just smirk. “Was that from Henry?!?! Are you two really getting’ it?!? What’s he like in bed?!?” they start bombarding you with all kinds of questions.

You just chuckle. “I’m not discussing my sex life or lack thereof with anyone.” You defer. “He’s not attacking you is he?” one of the gals asks, frowning. “No.” you reply. “Henry has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” You assure them. “Don’t worry about it.” you tell them. “Just cover up the hickeys and bite mark and do your jobs and make me look radiant.” You tell them with a giggle.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.

[aelaer]

First: welcome home & I hope you get the sleep you need to get back into your routines! Second: it's Feb. 2, a significant day to our beloved Stephen Strange. I know you're exhausted right now, and the timing is poor--but perhaps when you're up to, you could write a little one-shot about his feelings all these years later (is it 2022 or 2023?) on the anniversary of the accident that changed his life forever. Can't think of anyone better suited to write it! xx

This was sent a year ago but last month I planned to have it out for Feb 2nd, hah.

For canon, he comes back in 2023 in what I think was likely after Feb 2nd, so realistically he can address the anniversary again in 2024. It'd feel like only 3 years for him while, in actuality, it'd been 8. But when it comes to his experienced time versus actual passing time, Stephen's pretty messed up without the Decimation already (I'm not sure how I feel about the name of the "Blip" yet.)

The prompter also requested first person after I asked for more details, and I haven't ever written Stephen in first person so I thought I'd give it a go. I know first person isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you're willing to give it a shot, call me very obliged.

Warning for canon compliance :P

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Staring Back In Time Rating: G (well, other than language)

An entry from the memoirs of Doctor Stephen Strange, Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, during his time as the Master of the New York Sanctum, several months after the Battle of Earth against Thanos:

February 2, 2024

Calendars don't mean as much as they used to. Once upon a time my life was ruled by the calendar. Consultation here, surgery there, society dinner over the weekend. Dates were important and generally set without change once marked down.

It doesn't work that way as a sorcerer. I keep a schedule, of course, one that marks down classes with apprentices and adepts and meetings with other Masters, never mind all the business outside of Kamar-Taj. But I learned early on that these set times shifted occasionally to accommodate the emergencies that the order often had to quash down, and it became obvious that as a Master, my schedule was more of a hopeful guideline than anything set in stone. Flexibility was a necessity.

Ever since my return to the living, keeping anything resembling a set schedule has been more of a laughable dream. Earth being the center of two universe-changing, Infinity Stone-powered events in a matter of hours did serious damage to the fabric woven about reality across the planet, and the Masters of the Mystic Arts are going to be dealing with the multidimensional repercussions for years to come. Nothing is predictable in my day-to-day anymore.

My relationship with time was fucked the moment I confronted Dormammu, so I can't say it's a large surprise that calendars have become mostly irrelevant.

If someone had told me that I, Doctor Stephen Strange, a man of order and precision, would learn to live with such unpredictability, I would have laughed in their face. But I'm not the man I once was (and thank God for that; that man was a dick). However, it's also because of this change that I didn't realize the day until it was nearly done.

I was reviewing my schedule for tomorrow, which I had set up on Google Calendar (Google had, naturally, survived the Decimation just fine, but like most other non-vital services, had many of their upcoming products delayed for years. But their email and calendar services continue to work great). Tomorrow's a Saturday, which means nothing in my world. My work continues on. The threats on our reality care little for weekends or holidays.

Still, it was only during this review, shortly before I planned to retire for the night, that I realized that today is February 2nd.

I won't ever forget the day, of course. It was both three years ago and eight years ago—or perhaps many lifetimes ago would be a more accurate description, though I lost track of time in both of my major journeys with the Time Stone. One day I'll write about them. Not now, but one day. Both memories are still too fresh.

The memory of the day of the accident, though? It feels both like yesterday and centuries ago. Some parts of the day are engraved in my memory like a film. I remember the last surgery down to the individual conversations. Christine's "thank you". Nick's watch. The cling of the bullet as I dropped it onto the tray.

I can remember my last conversation with Billy, too, in the car. Every damned word. But the drive itself is fuzzy, even in my head with my memory. I remember it began to rain during the drive, not beforehand, and I know the road was narrow and two-laned. I know I avoided a direct route to avoid traffic, driving first into Jersey before heading north and crossing the river again. But the rest is forgotten to time, or perhaps to trauma.

I was told that Billy was the first to call 9-1-1 as he heard the tearing of metal and shattering of glass before the connection was lost. The driver I hit—I learned much later that she escaped with only minor injuries—called a couple minutes later. But it was out in the mountains, dark, and raining. It took them hours to find me and extract me from the car.

Funny. Never thought I'd ever write about one of the worst days of my life like this. But I was told early on that personal journals were encouraged for all who stay in Kamar-Taj. Something about its therapeutic benefits was mentioned at some point. I only picked up the practice once I learned that each gifted journal was inaccessible to others until the time of their death, and after I mastered the art of enchanting a pen to write the words I spoke. Unfortunately this journal appeared to others after the Decimation, but Wong has reassured me that no one read it and it has since disappeared again from public view. 

Still, the point is that, one day, someone just might read this—account of a man who was part of an effort to save the universe. And it is difficult for a reader to judge my actions if they don't know how I was the one who ruined my life. My driving was reckless and stupid. I was running a little late, but it wouldn't have mattered in the long run had I been fifteen, twenty minutes, thirty minutes late. Not really.

Then again, I suppose it would have. I certainly wouldn't be here right now.

One could say that the accident and everything that has followed is some sort of penance for my hubris as a surgeon. I enjoy my newer abilities—quite a bit—but the responsibility that has come with them has not come without its own hardships and sacrifices. Perhaps the worst of the sacrifices were the ones I was unable to prevent others from performing, all for the sake of the universe.

Those sacrifices were made willingly, but I cannot help but feel responsible for them, regardless. 

During my first winter again returned to the living, when the days grew colder and my hands ached in the bad weather, and the only thoughts to accompany the pain were bitter, another thought was born. I was tempted, for the first time in a long time, to give it all up, restore my fine motor skills with channeled magic, and go back to the world I once knew, for a life much, much easier than this one is now. Even with all the troubles that had cropped up as people tried to reorganize a world that doubled in size overnight, it was miles away from the difficulties we were facing in Kamar-Taj.

Their sacrifices—the fates I pushed so many people towards—quelled the idea quickly. It did little to ease the physical pain or sting of guilt, but it lifted the temptation. And ever since that day, I have considered the situation and I don't think I will ever be tempted by the idea of giving up my duties for an easier, pain-free life again.

And I suppose that counts for something.

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(Hey look, my interest in geography's leaked again.)

I've always wondered where Stephen actually crashed mostly because New York City is *flat* and those mountains were *very much not flat*. I figured out the bridge that he crossed to get out of the city (there are like, 21 bridges that lead out of Manhattan) was the George Washington Bridge, and it leads to New Jersey—but that's not necessarily useful because it can quickly turn back into New York state if you turn north. We also know he crashed down into a body of water, which *might* be the Hudson, but also might not, but that the body of water is to his left, which narrows it down a bit. But again, not much. And the site of his crash is so dark in the videos and screenshots that I can barely tell what's on it. It looks like a bridge and some industrial building, so the Hudson's a good guess, but otherwise? Well, basically I turned on the topography part of Google maps and started searching.

The 202 on the east side of the river just north of Peekskill (again in New York) matches the movie road's windiness, height, and closeness to the river, and even has a bridge that could be just to the north of the crash site. Unfortunately the railing's off and there's no industrial building thingy by the bridge. It also makes the route out of the city via George Washington Bridge make no sense. Like the Stark Industries area in LA in the films, it's probably a completely fictional landscape.

But as I wasn't able to find a better locale that was still close enough to NYC to direct an emergency helicopter to, my headcanon for this scene is that he left via George Washington bridge to avoid some major traffic or something, crossed the river via the 287 a bit further up north to get back to the east side of the river, then went up the 9 to the 202. Unless someone who lives in the area can find the actual road he was driving (if it's real), this is what I'm gonna go with. (And if someone DOES please let me knowwwww). Funny enough, I don't see him getting led to *his* hospital totally unrealistic, because he'd need a very talented orthopedic surgeon with a specialty in hands to come in, and generally speaking a patient can be helicoptered to another hospital where such a surgeon is available. If Stephen is working at the Metro-General, it's likely they can afford a large cast of talented surgeons. So I don't think Nick was necessarily the lead surgeon in his case, just one of many necessary surgeons.

[unsaidmar]

WC: 2.5k (long winded girl, I know)

Plot: They share stuff and it changes how they see things. Connection ensues. 

CW: Mentions of death, illness, hospitals I guess, violence.

a/n: Hello y’all. This is part two of whatever the fuck is going on inside my pea brain. Hope you enjoy.

Part one, the meeting. 

Two; It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

She laughed at the awkwardness of the text and the perfect grammar Dr. Spencer Reid maintained while texting. Ollie made a mental note to care a little more about the phrasing of her own texts, especially considering the circumstances. To say she wanted to impress him was an understatement.

“Good, germs are yucky.” Sent at 7:45 am.

“Also, hi. Good morning” Sent at 7:45 am.

Good morning? Too much too soon? She fell victim to her overthinking for at least twenty minutes after sending her last text, realizing she had to slowly build up the courage to ask about the next time they would be seeing each other, which apparently would have to wait, since Spencer had an inconvenient schedule and could be out of the state in a matter of 20 minutes.  Ollie exhaled and stood up from her awful office chair to go and make herself some coffee, hoping to stop her mind from reeling and sending her into her usual never-ending pit of despair and anxiety that came with stepping out of her comfort zone.

A ping echoed in the room and her screen lit up, displaying a text from the one person she had been thinking about. Ollies mother would be crying laughing if she saw the state she was in, positively losing hair over the fact that a cute, smart, witty man was texting her back. A man she had spoken to for the first time not even 24 hours prior.

“I’m a nice person, I’m funny sometimes, I offered him coffee.” She whispered to herself, rationalizing every aspect of their interaction. “That’s how friendships start” She laughed bitterly. “I’m here… freaking… wishful thinking, and maybe he has a significant other… maybe he doesn’t even like women… maybe he just thought I was nice and he thought ‘yay, a new friend’… fuck” she plopped herself back on the chair and threw her head back.

Lia would have known what the right thing to do is, she would come up with a cool thing to text back on the spot, and she resented her absence like she had a million times before. Ollie had gotten used to writing her letters like her best friend was living somewhere else in the world and she would eventually read her friend’s attempt at keeping her updated, which she knew was not healthy and definitely not helping her move on.

The thing is, Lia’s death was not a surprise at all. It was a possibility to the point of actually being expected. She had been diagnosed as a terminal patient for a little over a year before she passed and almost everyone around her had made peace with the fact that she could go any day and that life would have to go on without her, but no amount of grief counseling and encouraging talks with Lia’s family could have prepared her for the unimaginable pain Ollie felt when it happened. She had heard about experiences that made the world turn upside down and how some life events made you go numb and make your legs give weight, but had never come face to face with a happenstance that painful.

She figured she was going to have to carry the burden of her loss till the day she died, and even then, the words “I missed you, till the very end.” would be carved in her grave.

Coming back from her spiral, she remembered how she fell down the rabbit hole in the first place. She took her phone with the intention of texting Spencer back and smiled at how stupid she had been to worry about seeing him again.

“Hey, arrest made successfully. Are you busy right now?” Sent at 7:57 am.

Sighing with relief, Ollie smiled and tried to sound casual with her reply as to not sound like seeing him again was the only thing she had been thinking about.

“I’m the boss, I can un-busy myself. Why? Were you charmed by my Keurig?” Sent at 8:00 am.

Spencer was not the kind to send sassy texts, or any text for that matter. This was completely new to him and he was determined to get it right, so he channeled the Derek Morgan that lived within him and prayed to whatever deity was looking out for him to make him sound cooler than he was feeling.

“I’m a sucker for coffee so, yes.” Sent at 8:05

 “I’m a sucker for you, apparently” Ollie nearly screamed at how quickly that came out of her mouth. “Fucking loser, dear God” She shook her head, scolding herself and whatever hamster was in charge of her brain and thought process.

“Mi oficina es tu oficina, then. I’ll be waiting.” Sent at 8:07

Twenty minutes later, he was there, coffee cup in his hands. After what felt like no time at all, they were four coffee cups deep into their conversation and had learned a lot more about each other. Turns out Spencer had a day off after they landed from an away case, he had a thing with germs, his favorite color was purple and his co-workers were more his family than just the people he happened to work with. He liked a bunch of sugar with his coffee and had an eidetic memory that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse.

He was impressed at how this girl was not what you would expect her to be, every aspect of her seemed to make no sense and at the same time, it made perfect sense. This purple haired girl had ADHD and a PhD in history, she was the oldest daughter of two of the most stubborn Mexican immigrants and had a sister that made even the most patient of humans go mad. She loved music, and was not ashamed to admit that her taste in music was far from sophisticated. “I am Taylor Swift’s bitch; I know the words to every single one of her songs! Same goes for One Direction too” She argued when Spencer said that it couldn’t be that bad.

A blaring ring halted their conversation to an unexpected stop. Ollie picked up the office phone with an annoyed grimace and exchanged a few words with whoever was calling.

“Hold that thought, I have to go sign a thingy at the front desk” She dashed out of her office and left Spencer there.

For the first time, he felt compelled to look around and fixate on the details. There were a few old looking pictures and some newer ones with people who looked a lot like her. There was one picture that caught his attention, isolated from the rest like it deserved a spot of its own. In it, there was a red-haired girl that looked around Ollie’s age, one of her arms around her waist and the other one cradling her head that was laying on her shoulder. Ollie’s eyes were closed and the red head looked like she was caught mid-sentence. Stuck to the frame was a little post it note that read “I love you, head ass. -Lia” It looked intimate, they were clearly comfortable with that kind of physical affection, and if Lia hadn’t called Ollie a head ass in the post it, he would have assumed they were together romantically.

Ollie came back in a hurry, apologizing for having to run out like that and sitting back down to resume their conversation.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” Spencer assured her. “I was looking at your pictures, I hope you don’t mind” He said, suddenly very aware of how invasive that could be.

“Not at all, those are there to be looked at” She shrugged, bracing herself for the question she knew was coming. Somehow, talking about Lia with him did not feel as dreadful as it had all those times she was asked about it before, perhaps it’s just him and his calming presence.

Sure enough, he pointed at the picture Lia had framed for valentine’s day and asked, “Who’s that?”.

“That’s Lia, she was my best friend. She is my best friend.” She smiled fondly, something that had never happened before when talking about this specific topic. Maybe sharing Lia’s memory with someone who didn’t know her was different. “She passed away almost a year and a half ago. 468 days ago, to be exact. She was really sick, it was inevitable” Ollie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, reaching for the post it and tracing the words over with her finger.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been”

“It was… heartbreaking. Even with all that time we had to process the news, it still took me off guard.” She shook her head trying to ground herself. “Anyways, that’s a sad topic. I don’t want to bum you out with it.”

He knew the feeling all too well, he had apologized to several people when he rambled about Maeve, feeling like he had said too much and gotten too personal. He was not about to let this beautiful, vibrant soul feel the way he had for so long. Like he still did, truly.

“Don’t apologize, I get it. You’re not making me sad” He felt like he needed to elaborate to actually convey the message. “I went through the same thing with someone I loved too” he said, looking down at his hands, the very familiar feeling of oversharing creeping in. As he looked up, he noticed the sad look Ollie was giving him, but if the profiler in him was right, she was inviting him to share, not to stop.

“Her name was Maeve. She… she was a geneticist. She helped me through a rough time and she became my friend. It’s a long story…” he looked away.

“I want to hear it, long or not. But only if you want me to.” She gave him the warmest smile she could muster, which convinced him to keep going.

“Um, I started getting some headaches a while ago. I went to a few doctors but none of them gave me an answer. I reached out to Maeve for help and… We bonded, I guess.” He took a shaky breath.

“You don’t have to continue if you feel uncomfortable” she whispered in the most delicate tone.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never told this story before. Everyone in my life that I care about was there to see it.” He said, meeting her eyes so she could see how honest he was being. The man got a hold of himself for a minute, and continued.

“Maeve had to go into hiding. She was being stalked by some woman she met at work. Beyond talking on the phone, we hadn’t even met. I had no idea what she looked like and vice versa. This girl, the stalker… She wrote a paper, and Maeve dismissed it because it didn’t have a good enough foundation. When she started stalking her, she scared her into hiding and eventually started dating her ex-fiancé to try and get closer to Maeve, assuming he knew where she was. They ended up finding her and confronting her. She shot herself and the first person I ever loved. Right in front of me and my friends. The first five minutes I got with Maeve face to face, were the last.”

Baring his soul to a person he had known for a whooping 18 hours was the weirdest thing Spencer had ever done, so unlike himself it was almost funny. But at the same time, he felt like it had to happen. By no means did he believe in fate or destiny, but this one moment made him feel like maybe whoever does believe in that stuff, is not completely wrong.

She was not a therapist. She listened because she was going through a similar thing herself and her interest in Spencer’s loss was not rooted in psychoanalyzing him and helping him cope. She was just a mundane human that did not look at him with condescension and pity, she looked at him like she, too, had found a person who wouldn’t ask her “And, how does that make you feel?” in a monotonous voice. They both knew better than to assume they had all the answers.

“Spencer, that’s horrible. I am so sorry you had to see that. Jesus, fuck. I- “She thought about her next words very carefully. “That’s enough to crush anyone’s spirit” She looked at him like he was turning green. The reason being, he did not look like he was crushed. He had a beautiful smile that shook Ollie to her core, he was easygoing and conversation with him was carefree and it flowed easily. If he had not told her about Maeve, she would not have guessed the man sitting right in front of her was as affected as her.

“How did you manage to get through that?” Ollie questioned, fully intending to take notes.

“I don’t really think I have yet…” Well, time to come clean. Spencer thought. “The whole reason I was here yesterday, and a lot more times before that one, is because she and I talked about this museum. She told me about some conferences she had attended here and we made plans to visit together. Doesn’t quite sound like someone who’s over the whole thing.” He fiddled with his fingers, suddenly too aware of how cold it was. “How did you get through Lia’s death?”

“Yeah, well. I don’t really think I’m quite there either. Not like I’m trying, anyways. I can’t seem to get away from the Grey Roots either” Mental images of two little kids running around with dusty books in their hands came to her and she couldn’t help the small smile she broke into.

“I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, I have always thought that the way Lia and I found each other was pure magic. We met when we were in the second grade, right in this museum, we were on a field trip and we clicked. It was crazy to me that I actually met my best friend at such a young age, and the kind that lasts forever too. It sounds like when people meet the love of their lives on their first try. It sounds dorky, I know”

“It doesn’t. If anything, it sounds like you consider yourself lucky to have loved her like you did. We need more people like that, people that believe in magic.” Spencer reassured her with a shrug. He wished he could believe in cute stuff like that, but he was happy Ollie led a life that made her believe.

“Yeah, but us crazy people, we get our hopes up too easily. Sometimes it hurts.”

“Tell me about it.”

And just like that, in the not so well-lit office of the head Conservator of the Grey Roots Museum and Archive, something in the world had shifted.

[lit-base]

Family tree - Chap 1 [TMNT]

Family tree 

Summary: There was an explosion at the Central Bank, the turtles couldn’t interfere in time. Seven people had died and another twelve had been hospitalized, one of which had been Vern. 

As April O’Neil is investigating the case, she stumbles upon Felicia Cox, a writer who turns out to have had strong ties with the man and the criminal organization responsible for the bombing.

 Chapter ONE

 “Donnie, what’s the status?”

The electrical bzzzz coming from the ear piece let his brother’s voice through.

“He’s in the vault. I see blood on the floor, a woman, maybe dead? Can’t really say.”

Leo’s head snapped to the side, there were police cars upfront, Chief Rebecca Vincent barking orders, guns being drawn out of their holsters and strategic places urgently being occupied by cops. Blue and red lights were shining on the façade of the Central Bank and people were being ushered out of the way – curious passers by, thirsty for information.

“Keep us updated on his moves. Mickey, the vents.”

“Yeah… about that…” Mickey was already moving, a blur of orange and green, as he plucked the rack away from the vent entrance and disappeared inside. He was small enough to fit there and actually get to the vault in time.

“What about it, Don?”

“Yeah, so, it might not be a good idea, the guy’s picked the bomb from the ground…”

Leo froze and Raph clenched his teeth.

“I’m going after Mickey –“

“No, stay here. Don, what’s the fastest route to the vault?”

“The bathroom. Mickey, skirt around the lobby and make a left in a few seconds,” The youngest’s answer was immediate, “Ayay, cap’tn.”

Raph was tense and Leo could feel fire coming out of his nostrils. There was fear, there was reproach, but there was also some sense of this is the right thing to do, with all the risk they might expose themselves to.

“Raph,” his brother’s eyes were glued on the entrance vent, but Leo didn’t have time to snap him out of it. “Take this, I’mma talk to Chief Vincent and clear the zone. If this goes up in smoke, we need to save as many as possible.”

Handing his ear-piece to Raph, Leo patted his shoulders twice and took off in haste.

With short breath and thoughts about the impending doom, the red-clad turtle put the device in his ear and growled, “Fucking hell, D... Tell me it’s not gonna go boom with Mickey in there…”

There was a pause on the other’s side, a few mechanical clicks and then,

“Raph… There are twenty people in the building at the moment, not just Mickey…”

“Relax, bruh, I’m almost above the vault thingy.” Came the youngest brother’s response, energetic but a bit strained, “This place is SO freaking narrow, you could barely fit a – yuck, this thing’s sticky... Hey, I think we could’ve tried the back door. I mean -” Pause, - “oaah, guys? I think you should see this…”

There was a deep breath and silence. Raph didn’t get it.

“What? See what? Donnie, what?”

People were swarming around the bank, the cops started pushing them back. Chief Vincent was nowhere to be seen, the doors to the bank were locked, there was a black van parked near the entrance and a guy in a thick fire-resistant suit gearing up.

“Erm… Raph, can you spot Leo?” Donnie sounded a bit too uneasy.

“Spot Leo? What’s in there?”

“Bruuuh, this guy’s craayzaay… Donnie, can you see what I’m seeing?”

Raph couldn’t make out what Donatello said, but there was some kind of wheezing and coughing and beep beep beep beep and, out of a sudden, someone shouted - Donnie, in his ear, panicked.

“Mickey, get back. Get back now!”

Raph felt powerless, standing there, guarding, waiting, unseeing, unknowing.

“What’s going on?! Mickey? What’s –“

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It was pretty simple. All he had to do was to go in, leave the package and go out. But curiosity pushed him to open it. And he knew he wouldn’t come out of this alive.

The door slammed close as soon as he entered the lobby. The sound of it reverberated through the circular room and caught the employees’ attention. They were sitting at their corner offices, but their eyes were on him. What was to be done next? He went on, his face to the floor, burning and sweating. It wasn’t fear in his veins, he wasn’t afraid of being later recognized, he worried about his mind going over their faces and giving it the opportunity to trace over the light in their eyes, the life still there and pulsing. He didn’t want to give himself the chance of regretting this, any of it. These were simple people, doing their daily jobs. They were serving their own society, the cradle that pulled them from their ignorant infancy and brought them to this dark day. They paid with their own time, patience, health for some monthly wage that would let them sleep soundly, that would give them their next-day-comfort and pleasures, that would keep their taxes and debts at bay. These were the lucky ones, luckier than those beneath them. They all knew that, next morning, they would come back here to do the same work, play along the same story line. They would probably get out of their cotton clad beds (pretty modest, as their role dictated), hurriedly eat a slice of bread and butter and dress up smartly in their mandatory service-clothes, which made them right for their customers’ eyes to look upon. They were all fighting for their next day in this rabbit hole – the single thing which kept them alive and managing.

So he went on.

The package hung heavily in the plastic bag, the smiley -Thank you, come again – white shopping bag; Its weight cut into his fingers, which were already printed with the stupid Thank you, come again cheap ink. Thank you, come again –

Come again –

Again –

This didn’t have an Again. Only this time, this moment, right now.

He wished someone would interfere; some suit would step in front of him, some guard would shout out, something, someone. But no one interrupted his course.

The black marble’s shine caught a distorted reflection of all the faces from the room. All of the employees went back to their jobs; Maybe they thought nothing of him, just another delivery guy with some head problems and a tight schedule which kept him on edge, teeth jittering and shoulders trembling. After all, he didn’t look like someone who would step over their threshold with anything else but delivering some pizza or stationery in their mind.

Their fingers went back to pressing keys on their laptops. Their eyes - back to the blue lighted screen, on which dozens of thousand of numbers cascaded, dollars and euros and crowns and pounds.

Some of the clients were still watching, though. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and took a fugitive look at the blond guard – young and tall – next to the door that led to the other room. The door to the room was high and wide, thick and most importantly, locked. He knew he wouldn’t be let through it, conscious of the holey hoodey and grease stained jeans he was sporting. He didn’t get the change to change his damp sneakers either, nor the gloves worn ragged from all his fence-jumping and brick rubbing he did. And his face… it was probably as bruised as he felt it, and maybe his eyes were bloody red, the left one more swollen that the other, his lower lip mostly cracked open by a fist he got that morning. The blood wasn’t pouring, though, it had dried up a few hours before and it was now throwing a spikey shadow on his chin. Some of his hair burnt his forehead. He was most probably looking like a walking nightmare.

A well-worn, but thick carpet lengthened across the floor, from the middle of the room and up to the door, and it occurred to him that it absorbed the sharp sound of steps. The soles of his sneakers drowned in the thickness of it. His legs suddenly felt like counterweights, countering the heaviness of his arms and head. It felt like he was crossing through a swamp. The room behind the door, they’d said. Box one-oh-seven. You’ll see it marked #107, easy to spot, on the upper left side, they’d instructed.

Suddenly, he became aware of a shadow pressing on his form.

“Can I help you?”

He heard her voice even before he could catch a glimpse of her face, and when he swirled around slowly, his shoulders stopped their trembling and slumped. His mind couldn’t register anything about her, except the fact that this, in front of him, was a soon-to-be-dead woman. Condemned and unwillingly unaware of her fate. Innocent. The punishment was hanging above his head like a scythe.

He cleared the lump in his throat and didn’t answer. Instead, he got to the door and pushed against it with might, under the guard and the office-woman’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, you aren’t allowed to go in there. Please show me your permit.”

I know, I fucking know. I shouldn’t even be here. It’s not fair. I’m not allowed to enter, neither am I to stop. I must go on, I must. Please, I must. I’m sorry.

From the other side, the door opened and out came one of the posh clients. He caught the moment and slipped inside, pushed the door close, brought the safety lock in its place. He was here. He exhaled. He was here.

There was metal in the air, there were safety deposit boxes all around him, up to the ceiling, along the walls and he sniffed them like a mouse that could smell its cheese.

But there was someone else inside the room.

Only then was he seen, the other person’s panicked tone brought him back to reality, to the place he was in and the package he had in his hands. The guard pounded on the door on the other side of the room, keys rattled in the lock, the safety shook and his knees nearly gave out.

“Who are you? How did you get in here? Who let you in?” Another guard, a woman.

And he smiled. She stopped speaking. The crack on his lip split open as he smiled, his mind started buzzing, his hand was on the woman’s neck and no other sound came out. He squeezed his fingers until hers dropped from her belt, and only when she gripped his hand with both of hers, did he drop the package and slammed her into the floor. Her head burst open on the impact, the shopping bag fell around the armed bomb, the alarm started howling but all he could hear were the buzz in his head and the beep beep beep beep beep of the bomb.

Still, there was some distance between him and #107 so he shook away from the unmoving guard on the floor and picked the package back up between his arms. 

beep beep beep beep beep...

He pressed the beeping cassette against the one-oh-seven, the magnetic core clicked and it remained attached. But he still kept his hand on it, feeling the vibrations. 

The buzz in his head laced through the beeps and he closed his eyes, stood still and waited for the blast to engulf him...

and suddenly, the beep beep beep broke into a thunder.

[jaideite]

Hc of Older Bakugo with baby fever? Just a thought.

B-Baby fever 🥺 yes this will be done !!!

this turned out longer then what it was supposed to be but it’s worth it for the scene at the end hehehe

dead tho I’m so sorry at how long this is I really got into it I—

OLDER!BAKUGOU WITH BABY FEVER

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

— it was literally the classic “save a baby” situation

— he could hear the kid screaming but where was the damn thing

— you had already left the building so there was no way to ask for some backup so he just went in

— “bRING YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

— “tHERES A BABY—“

— eventually he finds it and

— uh oh

— its like a four month old baby

— he kind of just :/ because his gauntlet explosion thingies dont really allow him to hold things

— so he just kind of takes them off and leaves them, and picks up the baby and rushes out

— and just then the building explodes and you just see Ground Zero hurtling out the building and rolling on the ground

— he watches as one of his gauntlets flies out damaged and he just

— >:/

— but his main concern is the baby

— which he gently pulls the blanket off to reveal a soft face with pretty eyes staring him happily and tiny hands waving up at him

— he gives a soft smile and gently pokes its cheek and it giggles, gripping his gloved hand hand trying to put it into its mouth

— “Ah, ah, ah, no, that could get you sick.” He speaks softly, pulling his finger away and the baby just

— gummy smiles at him

— he smiles back like >:>

— the media is going nuts and they’re all smart enough to not speak and just take their damn pictures

— you kinda make your way over softly and your heart just clenches at the scene

— eventually he looks up at you from the ground and you crouch down to his level to see the baby too

— “hi baby!” You coo

— And this kid is just loving it man

— y’all are fine giving him the attention too because you’ve never really seen your husband interact with kids and he’s never seen you interact with them either

— it makes him wonder would you be good with his kids

— until you know he just spits on Katsuki

— you expect him to place the baby in your arms but he just sighs and grumbles about “damn stupid babies” and gets up

— the baby just sits on his chest and puts its fingers in its mouth and gurgles

— and your jusr gently take it from him

— “Awe you threw up? That’s okay, you’re probably a little sick, too. Why don’t we go see the good doctor and get you checked up?”

— he watches you in awe as you just work your mommy magic on the baby and walk away

— later on when you guys are home he just

— “You were really good with that baby.”

— you look over from whatever you’re doing on your side of the bed and smile “You too. It seems you have a knack for not making little kids cry.”

— “Hey it was one time!”

— “Katsuki that kid was twelve.”

— “Tch.”

— there’s more silence and then

— “Y’know it would be nice to have one.”

— “Hm?”

— “Litte you’s and me’s runnin’ around. . . heh. . .causing chaos.”

— you gotta pause for a second and look over to him from where he’s laying because are y’all serious having this conversation

— “Katsuki...” you start slowly “Do you...want a baby?”

— Theres silence on his end, and the sheets ruffle. “Yeah...Yeah I do...”

— You blink at him in surprise not because of the baby thing

— It’s because you honestly thought he was going to throw a big fit about denying it

— but here he is, staring you in the eye and saying he wants a baby

— and you just

— “Oh, okay.”

— he kind of just stares at you and you stare back

— and then he kinda whispers

— “Are you serious?”

— “Are you serious?” You retort back softly “This is a big decision, and if we make it we can’t back out on it, you know that right?”

— He takes a long pause and hums, nodding and turning around in the bed saying goodnight and just ending the conversation

— you just ‘Mmm’ and follow, heading to bed and wrapping your arm around him softly

— it’s brought up a few days later when the report of you two holding the little baby is brought on TV

— “You didn’t even get mad like I thought you would you just let it slide and moved on.”

— “Life’s too short to be angry over that.”

— “Hmm. And if your kid puked on you?”

— “Depends on how old they are. If they’re puking on me at 12 their ass is getting grounded.”

— “No butt whoopings?”

— “What the hell would that do? Take away their shit—more effective.”

— “Why no whoopings?”

— “You’ve met my mother, correct?”

— The topic isn’t brought up until it’s mentioned again amongst your classmates a couple weeks later

— “Who knew Bakugou was so good with babies?”

— “Can it, Round Face.”

— “Honestly, despite his shit personality, he’d be a good parent, not gonna lie.”

— “Ugh, stop talking would you?”

— and then he overhears you waking to the girls

— “When do you plan on having kids, y/n?”

— You guys kind of just freeze and you give out a little chuckle and fiddle with your clothes

— “We’ve, talked about it...but haven’t made a decision yet...besides we’re still young, we’ve got some time.”

— “Ain’t no time like the present!”

— “Shut the fuck up, Dunce Face.”

— When you guys get home and cuddle up in bed, you kind of just start talking out of no where

— “Y’know I saw a lady and her baby earlier this week. She was so cute, a little mischievous but still cute. Her mother was just so annoyed but she had a smile on her face. It was so cute.”

— he peeks an eye open and listens to you just talk about all the times you’ve come into contact with kids—some good, making him let out a small laugh, and some bad, making him cringe a little until finally he asks

— “Y/N, do you want to have kids?”

— the room is silent until you speak again

— “Of course I want to have kids,” you speak softly, fiddling with his fingers. “But when I decided I wanted to be a hero...kids just kind of left the picture.”

— “...they could possibly come back into it.” He speaks softly and you stop, going still and closing your eyes

— “Do you really want kids?” You speak ever so softly. He kind of just closes his eyes and rests in the crook of your neck

— to you it seems like the whole world seemed to just stop

— and then

— “Yeah...yeah. I want kids too.”

B O N U S:

— so like after about eight, nine months almost a year of talking about wanting to have kids y’all start trying

— and you’re annoyed because oH mY gOd y/N jUsT gEt pReGnAnT —

— so it’s been like six months since you guys started trying and then one morning just about a few weeks before his birthday

— he makes you your morning tea you catch a wiff of it like you usually do

— and then all of a sudden he’s yelling at you for shoving the cup in his hands that tea was hot and you’re clutching the bathroom door and throwing up on the floor

— you’re pissed cause you didn’t make it and now you’re sick so you can’t go into work

— you just ‘huuuugh’ and move to the toilet as you hear your husband make a comment and move to clean it up

— eventually you feel his fingers combing your hair as you throw up your dinner which you’re pissed cause he made a good ass dinner last night

— “Did you get fucking food poisoning or something?”

— you just reply with a caveman like grunt and he snorts

— “Come on. I’ve got to get ready for work so let me get you fucking situated.”

— so while he’s out you make your way up to get some medicine and schedule a doctors appointment

— and so a couple days goes by and at this point you’re just puking left and right

— now you’ve got a bucket next to you full of puke every five minutes and you just feel ewk

— “I remeber why I married you.”

— “Katsuki if you don’t shut your mouth—“

— eventually your trudge into the doctors office and you get a shock

— “Your pregnant, Mrs. Bakugou. Congratulations.”

— “Oh. Oh okay.”

— It finally hit you in the car and you just

— “OH MY FUCKING GOD IM PREGNANT—“

— you can’t wait to tell Katsuki but then you remember watching those videos

— and as your walking into the house you realize his birthday is in a two weeks

— so you could give it to him as a birthday surprise

— so immediately you start looking for cute ideas to do

— none of them seem to work until one popped up and you just ‘yes’

— so you’re calling all his friends his family and telling them to just all come and help plan this thing (you don’t tell them your pregnant you want that to be a surprise)

— you are so excited and can barely keep yourself from telling him

— he suspects something is up but your a woman he could have hurt your feelings and not told him wow that sounded sexist dont attack me pls

— he’s learned not to dwell too much when you say “nothing it’s fine”

— but anyways the big day comes up and you guys are in a panic because

— the balloons needed to be blown up

— the streamers aren’t staying up

— the cake hasn’t arrived yet

— everything is just a mess

— you just stare at the mess of your apartment in annoyance and anger and frustration and then you just let it all out

— and everyone’s kind of just shocked because your a tough girl you don’t usually cry

— but now your just curled into a ball and you sound like a four year old

— your crying gets only worse when the keys jiggle and in comes your husband

— he kinda just takes in the mess behind him and then realizes someone is crying so he just looks around and sees it’s you

— hes immediately concerned and crouches down to you and you just cry harder

— “What the hell happened?”

— “This! This—all of this! Today just went so wrong!”

— “Hey, we can still fix this shit up—“

— “No, no we can’t! This was supposed to be special we had all your presents and we were supposed to have a cake and we were supposed to say surprise when you came in—“

— “Surprise...” Someone mumbles and you just start sniffing and curl into him

— “It wasn’t supposed to go like this I was going to surprise you and tell you I’m pregnant but everything just turned out so—uuughh.”

— by now your just red faced and tear streaked and a sobbing mess

— but his hearing kinda stopped after you said pregnant

— You, y/n are pregnant

— “Y-Your...w-what—“

— you look up to meet his eyes “I was going to surprise you and tell you that I’m pregnant but now it’s out there so,” you just wave your hands around “yeah. I’m fucking pregnant. Happy 24th Birthday.”

— he just stares and so does everyone else lmfao and you just pull your knees to your chest and hide your face

— it’s silent for a while and you hear shuffling and a door open and look up

— it’s just you and him now

— “H-How long—“

— “Two months, but I found out a few weeks ago. It was supposed to be a surprise—“

— “Hey hey hey,” he starts trying to calm you down. He takes your face into his sweaty hands and kisses you “it’s...it’s fine...it’s alright...this is a better birthday gift anyways.”

— you sniff “I wanted to surprise you.”

— “Our kid is a big enough fucking birthday gift anyways.”

— you choke on a laugh and hug him, mumbling a soft “I love you.”

— he wraps his arms around you too and whispers a soft “I love you too...”

— “...and I love our baby as well.”

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

Two Imps in a Trench Coat

So, I got bored and scrolled through @infinimay ‘s prompt list thingys. I got an idea from Illusions AU, so here we are! I have decided to make them two guys in a trench coat, and everyone else think they hate each other because they are never seen together. 

And this time tumblr can’t be a little bitch and delete my progress cause I’m on desktop! Take that you dumb website

Also, I ended up using @enby-phoenix ‘s idea of the author interacting with the characters (Sorry, not sorry? :p I liked the idea)

Words: 1,665 

Warnings: Cursing (once again, I can not function without curses), Remus being himself, a panic attack (written by someone with limited experience), threats with no intention of following through, complete self-insert.

“Are you sure about this Re?” Virgil sat on the desk as Remus strained to see from the chair. They were about to send in a response to an ad for roommates. 

“Nope! It’s like an ace succubus!” The other imp said cheerfully. 

“How does that even translate to this?” Virgil offered a hand to lift Remus up. He ignored it, choosing to climb the back of the chair and leaping onto the desk. 

“We do whatcha gotta do! Like-”

“Nope, just send the e-mail you idiot. Both of them, and make sure it’s scheduled at different times, so they don’t link them” Virgil turned to instruct his twin. They had to be careful with their secret. 

~~~

“I’m here bitches!” Remus threw open the door on his moving day. The other four roommates were all gathered in the living room. He briefly wondered if his glamour was enough (Virgil had fussed over it for an hour). 

“Ah, I assume you’re Remus Jones” One responded, pushing up his glasses. 

“Language!” Another scolded after recovering for his shock. The person next to them laid an arm around them. 

“Let’s get started” Remus rubbed his hands, moving towards the group “You know I’m Remus, who are you?” 

“I’m Logan, I posted the ad. He/him if you could” The first one began. 

“I’m Janus, they/them. You can call me Dee though” The next responded, the one who had calmed Mx. Language-dude. “This is Patton, my boyfriend” 

“That’s me Kiddo! Oh, I use he/him” Patton bounced after being introduced.

“That leaves this fucker to be Roman” Remus turned to the last of the group. To his surprise, they resembled his illusion pretty closely. 

“Yes” He responded curtly. Remus shrugged, dragging his bags in. He had very little, as Virgil had not trusted him to move most of their stuff. He already missed the other imp. He couldn’t do anything to disrupt the glamour, and it was booooriiiing. 

~~~

Virgil moved in a few days later. Most of the others were at work. Remus was there, hiding in the closet to keep up the appearance of being employed. 

“I assume you are Virgil?” A crisp voice asked. Remus had updated his twin on everything, so Vee knew it was Logan. However, he didn’t want to give away his knowledge.

“Yea, what of it?” 

“I’m Logan. I’m assuming you received my last e-mail?” The human swirled the liquid in his cup as he spoke. 

“I did. So, where do I sleep?” Virgil shrugged, shoulders aching from all the bags he was carrying. 

“Over here. Unfortunately, there is a door between the two rooms over here, so you are in a sense sharing with our....loud roommate addition. I must return to my work” Logan walked away quickly, disappearing down the opposite hallway. 

“Re, where are you son of a-” Virgil muttered the moment he entered the room. 

“Here!” Remus bounced out of the closet, tackling his brother. 

“Shhh, gotta be careful”

“Nah, he can’t hear anything. Perfect for sneaking into his room and getting some emotional action” Re bounced, beaming wider than natural even for an imp. 

“Lead the way then. I’m tired from keeping this up. I’ll set up my ‘room’ later. Not like I’ll be using it much anyways if everything goes well” 

~~~

“Where is this new roommate?” A quiet voice asked a few hours later. Both imps jolted out of their doze, scrambling to figure out a way to sneak out. 

“Who’s turn is it to appear?” Vee hissed, glancing around.

“On, quickly! I bottom” Remus pulled on his brother’s arm. Virgil nodded, climbing onto his brother’s shoulders before adjusting the illusion. After a second of tweaking it and getting his balance, Remus walked them out. 

“You called?” Virgil drawled, signalling Remus to lean against the wall. The excitement that hit both of them was addictive in its strength.

“Hiya! I’m Pat!” The tallest of the trio standing there said. He bounced on his toes, practically vibrating in joy.

“Darling, easy” The other human closest to him soothed. After taking their boyfriend’s hand, said boyfriend calmed a bit. “I’m Dee. they/them”

“And I’m Roman” The last one added. Virgil immediately saw the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion rolling off him. It was almost as strong as Pat’s joy. However, it had less of an energy rush. It was so deep, it almost sapped energy. 

“Well, I’m sure you know by now I’m Virgil. Any more questions? I want to unpack” Virgil almost snapped. All three stepped back and Remus slid them through the gap quickly. The moment he shut the door to the spare Virgil’s room, he swung his brother off his shoulders. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay spider. It’s not you. Do you need your blanket? Or Charlotte?” Remus rumbled, trying to stop the oncoming panic attack. Virgil shook his head, patting Re’s shoulder. Remus nodded and sat next to his brother. The moment he had settled, Virgil hugged him. The pair curled up, Remus humming to soothe the other imp. Before long, both were sleeping peacefully. 

~~~

“Do you hate Remus?” Roman sat down heavily on the couch next to the pair. Virgil was currently the one in the illusion, so it was him who responded.

“Never met the guy. If anything, he hates me” Virgil tried to sound as bored as possible. It had been a few months and the twins had gained more energy, fully emerging from their halfling state. They couldn’t risk going anywhere with each other though, and the rest of the apartment had noticed they never were seen with each other. 

“Well, what about me? You’ve avoided me ever since you moved in” Roman leaned closer, and Virgil was tempted to lean away, but that would weaken the illusion. It was true he had been carefully keeping away, and had grown closer to the rest of the group...but he didn’t hate Roman. It was the opposite, he couldn’t stand being near him with all of his exhaustion, sorrow, and depression.

“Mmm, nah. You’re just a lot” Vee responded after a nudge from his brother. 

“Of emotion?” Roman responded after a moment, a flicker appearing across his face. His plain features seemed to briefly warp. After a moment, he reached out a hand, laying it over Virgil’s paler skin. It passed through Virgil’s illusion entirely after a moment, shattering it. 

“Shit” Virgil met Roman’s eyes. Eyes that were glowing softly, and were slowly dissolving a similar illusion. Remus freed himself from Vee and bounced over, tapping the round face that appeared. 

“VeeVee, it’s real! It’s purely fat and would make great-”

“Re, stop that thought right now. We both know what it is and it’s gross af” Roman started giggling. 

“What’s so funny Princey?” Virgil asked, angling himself towards his brother, and the exit he could use. 

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just glad I’m not alone, and that I was right. Plus you’re so small!” He waved a hand at the pair. After a nod, they tackled him. After some scrambling, they were perched on Roman’s chest. He was pinned to the couch on his back. 

“What are you. It’s obvious this is no illusion. So what” “are you. And how did you figure out what we are” Virgil and Remus began, their own eyes glowing from using their magic. 

“I’m a selkie. Someone took most of my skin. And I saw you two the first night. I was bringing food for you both at Pat’s request and saw you curled up with tatters of glamour. I didn’t want to do anything with anyone around though” Roman explained, a nervous smile across his features. The twins exchanged looks and a nod. They scrambled off, freeing Roman by brushing dark red hands over the bonds. 

“We are Imps” “and your emotions were impossible to feed” “Off. So we avoided you” The pair informed him. 

“Plus Vee has a crush on you!” Remus added unhelpfully.

“Remus, I will shove my feet in your face the next time I’m on top” Virgil punched his brother. 

“Oooo kinky”

“You little fuc-”

“Uh...guys? You know Patton and Dee will be coming back from their date soon, right?” Roman broke in, glancing between them. “I also can’t tell you apart now, except by your voices” 

“Oh, shoot. he’s right” Virgil glanced at the clock as Roman somehow made the physical version of the 😢 emoji. 

“VeeVee has the curly horns, I’m taller at 3′4.5!” Remus piped up at the worst time as the lock jingled. 

“SHit on a fucking stick, Remus get your ass over here. We need to get our glamour back on” Virgil yanked his brother over, focused entirely on adjusting the glamour to look natural while still hiding both imps. 

“Um, you may not need be concerned?” Roman said awkwardly as Patton cursed outside the door from Remus’s panicked interference on the lock. 

“Uh, explain quickly before I burn you with...just quickly!” Virgil almost yelled, struggling with repairing the damage. 

“Pat, Dee, May I tell them?” Roman raised his voice. The door swung open as Remus yanked a blanket over him and his brother. Dee raised an eyebrow, walking in and closing the door behind them. 

“Tell them what exsssactly?” They almost hissed, eyes quickly taking in the selkie. 

“Of course kiddo!” Pat spoke up, smiling brightly. 

“I don’t mind, I sssssupposssse” Dee added as all eyes turned to them. 

“Well, You know I’m a selkie. Dee over there is a naga! And Pat is a werecat. Which is why he says he’s allergic, but there’s cat hair all over!” Roman said proudly. The imps felt the pride leak out of him. The gloomy emotional cover was breaking apart, showing the emotions he had hidden underneath after the initial meeting. 

“We’re imps! Here to suck your soul out through your emotions!” Remus popped his horned head out from the blanket. 

“Remus, shut up. You’re gonna get us kicked out” Virgil shoved his brother. 

“Are we sharing now? Is it touchy-feely time?” A voice echoed from the ceiling. 

“Logan!” All five exclaimed, the imps jumping into the air. 

“Yes, it is I. Your favorite vampire roommate” A voice drawled from the ceiling. The various bruises suddenly made so much more sense as the thin man dropped from the ceiling. His whole body looked like he was, well, dead. 

“....Re, I’m going to take a nap” Virgil vanished under the blanket again as the various glamours were dropped. The only one without a glamour was Patton, and his unruly curls were a disguise themselves. 

“A wise choice. We should all go to bed, including our other roommate” Pat smiled, earning a smile from Logan.

“Don’t fucking tell me there’s another one of you” Virgil’s voice was muffled. 

“Oh, I keep forgetting she’s here” Roman whined, glaring at the idiot. 

“She? I haven’t heard anything about a she” Re cocked his head. Logan sighed before turning his gaze towards their other roommate. 

“Yes, well. She doesn’t typically appear. You can’t see her, unless she chooses to appear” Logan adjusted his glasses. 

“Rude. I do appear” A distinctly feminine voice echoed from a spot on the arm of the couch. A blink, and there was a young woman sitting there. There were bags under her own eyes, and she seemed to be upset about something.

“Who are you?” VeeVee poked his head out from the blanket long enough to confirm she appeared human.

“I’m Delphine Ignia. I technically own this place. I can’t take credit for this whole thing though. Fin gets credit for the idea” she turned towards the imps, crossing her legs as she studied them with...normal blue eyes. 

“Are you a ghost? Cause I didn’t see your name on the lease” Remus cocked his head, readying a spear to throw as the woman’s leg suddenly swayed as she appeared to think.

“...no you wouldn’t. You see, I’m the one bringing this whole thing to life. I’m the author! Though, I usually think of myself as the writer. I’m not published so I feel like ‘author’ doesn’t fit” She had once again shifted as she spoke, her leg somehow bouncing on the ground as she spoke. 

“And you of all people need sleep. You can make a second chapter in the morning. You have the zoom meeting tomorrow” Logan scolded the young woman. She groaned, nodding. 

“Yea, yea. I’ll lose the idea though! And I haven’t found the stopping point” 

“This is it. If the readers want, you’ll figure out a way. You did with How Far Can You Trust A Serpent” Dee pointed out.

“Fiiineeee. I am having a harder time typing cause I’m tired. Night guys. Sleep well! You have no choice but to sleep!” The woman started fading as her leg’s bouncing slowed. Before the roommates knew it, they were in their beds and collectively drifting off as the...writer, as she called herself, did. They all had a lot to ponder, and Delphine needed to fucking sleep. So they did.

[yyxgin]

no bar!! never fret about replying late. i know what it’s like to not want to talk to anyone. honestly. i won’t call it (my experience) a depressive episode bc one of my friends used to brush off me when i was saying things like i’m depressed and say ‘sad’ instead. like if i were to say ‘that made me/i am depressed’ she’d say something like ‘oh god same! like if it’s making you sad,, don’t do it.’ which is a v poor example of what she did but i never called it depressed after that bc she pissed me off n was disregarding of my feelings (even though she’s incredibly anxious herself) bc i didn’t get it officially diagnosed. idk if you’ve ever read about birth control pills but i always read on tumblr people calling them literal depression pills and i ignored it, thinking either 1) people were being dramatic / were over-dramatising it or 2) it wouldn’t happen to me anyway. it fucking happened and they were not being dramatic. i was never happy n always working on minimal sleep n making self depreciating jokes all the time bc it was the only way i could cope with my thoughts n constant mood swings. so what i’m trying to say is,, i know how it feels. if that’s any consolation. it’s not me trying to be ‘oh me too!’ or ‘mine was worse than you’ it’s just me being understanding n telling you it’s okay. also lemme at your friends!! i’ll stomp them out n get the barman to run them over for you!! they’re so mean to forget you!! i find that deciding i want to do something specific n then asking the appropriate people if they want to do saïd thing/place works for me. it can be a simple ‘we should do this, when are you free?’ helps. making it known that you want to do things helps. or aggressively remind them that it’s nice to be asked bc it means they thought of you even if you couldn’t go n tried to include you. or we can revisit me stomping them out w my beloved barman,,, whatever works best for you my dear <3

admittedly me and one of the girls were discussing that we are going to miss our manager. even though literally everyone moaned about her (i feel like it’s impossible to avoid in literally any job/situation) she did have her moments and she did a lot for the staff like after work-drinks, asking the chefs if we could order off of the customer menu instead of the staff menu or whatever they cook in bulk for everyone to take home in the evening. apparently she did this a lot more than the previous manager. she has a good heart but sometimes she ignored some of the girls when we ask for days off or our availability for the week which was very annoying of her. it could’ve been a lot worse, i suppose, but overall she wasn’t terrible.

thé lady who lives in my town and drops me given the chance, told me the other night that she used to be the duty manager. i asked her why she stopped and she explained that when they furloughed everyone they asked her to come back on like half pay or something? idk i just remember it being explained as they wanted her to come back sooner and take away her furlough so she said no and got demoted. but somehow she still gets some of the furlough? idk i have been taught that asking how much or discussing specifics of paychecks kind of thing is rude, growing up. she has been telling me they keep asking her to come back (now they’re asking her to be a supervisor since she declined the manager role) and she keeps saying no. i love her and want the best for her so i won’t say anything to anyone about the conversations me and her have had (i mean, apart from maybe my mum if i can remember, and you bc, let’s be real, you don’t know me and idk you) and she says they’re just difficult to work with as a management team. she even said our area manager isn’t impressed with our current assistant manager (who is currently the only person on an houred contract since our manager left) which shocked me since i personally think he is quite good considering he has a good relationship with the staff and kitchen (he’s thai so he can communicate with the kitchen better than most of the wait staff (some wait staff are thai but mostly not)) i think she doesn’t want to be the eldest person in management or she doesn’t want the age gap to be so big since she has a kid she can lecture at home, she doesn’t need to be looking after people at work, y’know?

also today, me and one of the girls were upstairs (two floors of the restaurant!) and it’s nearing 11pm and her brother (who also works there) comes up and asks us when we’re finishing (mostly her lol) but we had two tables just sitting talking amongst themselves so she just said idk. he was saying he wanted to go bc he’s tired etc n he’s driving n she was like it’s fine go home i’ll call an uber or something n he was refusing to leave her behind. (i feel like i brushed over the two tables sitting there but it must be noted they’re the only tables left in the entire restaurant and we were the only two wait staff still there, apart from her brother but he changed and was waiting downstairs). anyway, she was sweeping (i was cleaning the booth/sofa thingy chairs as it was a mundane task we could do to pass time and while she was sweeping by one of the tables thé boyfriend was whispering to his girlfriend saying ‘should we go?’ and the girlfriend said ‘why should i care?’ and the girl came over to tell me v quietly and i got so upset for her. bc she is literally the sweetest person on the earth and the only reason i didn’t go to ask the manager to see if i could go home with the lady who offers to take me (ex-duty manager lady!) was so she wasn’t alone up there. if i had been the one sweeping near that table i would’ve snapped so fucking hard at them. i mean, we’re 18 and have lives and sleep schedules, and we’re working until 11pm on a thursday before we even get home?? like i wouldn’t have minded staying if they were reasonable tables but after the gf said that i was like ‘shall i go get our stuff from the staff room?’ so i could split as fast as possible. in the end the temporary acting manager came up and told us we could finish and she kicked the tables out ten minutes later. i told her what the table saïd and she thought that was mean and unnecessary too. i was also worried about my sleep tonight since i have my first vaccine tomorrow morning. that’s why i was more pressed about what time i left work today. oh well.

im sorry for talking so much about work! sometimes i don’t have someone to talk to about it (at home) bc of my weird hours and sometimes i don’t like re-explaining things to my mum if she doesn’t get it the first seven times. sometimes it’s just a little too draining as she doesn’t understand since she’s a lifer at her job. it’s easier to explain to my dad but then i get a whole lecture on something that i ultimately have no control over n id rather just bitch w the girls at work but the problem is WE’RE AT WORK!!!

also i booked for my first tattoo!! i’m excited. it’s for next week,, which was super quick considering i was expecting to have to wait soooo much longer. i’ve been telling people about it and that it’s happening but i haven’t had the pleasure of telling people exactly where i got the idea from. bar, my dear, you know wheein’s new album, redd? well, it comes with loads of things, including these stickers (one for each song) and the one from springtime was just so perfect and when i saw it my first thought was, this would be a perfect tattoo. and so i am having it tattooed on my body. a subtle nod to kpop whilst also having something meaningful on my body. i also have just decided i want a small, minimalistic (or one-line art) rose on my sternum, kind of in the valley of my breasts, bc my nan was a rose. i like having her close to me. i recently got her necklace fixed which has left me feeling so incomplete after it broke in august last year. it’s been almost ten years and i think i’m long overdue something to remind me of her. i fiddle with my necklace when i’m nervous which is why i love it so much but incase it breaks again (i pray it doesn’t but i have a long life ahead of me) i would like her close still.

gosh there’s never enough space in my head to remember what i want to tell you so i’ll stop here for now since i should sleep to be able to wake up in time for my first jab. i’m scared but it’s whatever i’ll do it i suppose,, eeek 😨

ilyl ~ 🌻

thank you so much for opening up to me about this, it means a lot to me :( i am so sorry you had to go through this and honestly,, i really resonate with you. i feel like when i talk about my emotions and my sadness (dont know if its okay to call it depression either but yea), my friend either always either makes me feel like my emotions arent valid or she tells me she doesnt know how to help, which is frankly, why i dont talk about my emotions to people irl anymore. i dont open up and it takes me a long long time to do so if i ever do, because i tend to feel insecure/not safe :D so really, thank you for telling me and i hope you are doing better. your emotions are valid and i am always here for you 

HAHAHA i mean i dont have many friends so theres not many to stomp on:( but i mean,, i get passive aggressive when i feel forgotten/left out so you best believe i told my friend how im feeling, but like uhhh it didnt do much. i spent the whole weekend at work and i was free on friday but my friend decided to ditch me and yeah. i havent been out in like two weeks now and i mean i am an introvert so i dont mind that much but even i want to socialise sometimes

aah i mean every manager has their flaws, no one’s perfect. my manager keeps calling me to go to work even though i was literally there for 11 hours on saturday AND sunday which means i worked for 20 hours in two days. and i work 20 hours a week at max. and i already worked some hours before the weekend so i think i have like 30 hours now and she keeps calling??? dude i need a break too,,i am so exhausted and tired of this shit :dd

oh i totally get what the lady that drops you off sometimes told you. i would feel a little iffy if i heard it too, but like,,,judge by your own experiences!! if you feel like something is off, you can always leave,, so i wouldn’t be so stressed about it.

why are people so rude ??? dude,,you should care, because we are all human. everyone has their needs and their lives and i bet he wouldnt like it if he was the one in your place. why should you stay there longer just because he didnt want to leave?? that was so unnecessary. people are weird beings and i learnt that after working with them this weekend,,,like i litereally got screamed at because i couldnt accept cash in different currency. like,,what tf do you want me to do?? i dont have every single currency with me so i could give u the change ?? tf ??

ALSO ITS OKAY TALK ABOUT YOUR WORK HOWEVER MUCH YOU WANT !!!! i also feel like i dont have anyone to talk to about work bc my parents dont listen to me as much as they used to these days and my friend unsurprisingly just doesnt care bc she doesnt work,, and i dont wanna talk to my internet friends abt it as much bc i feel annoying so i am glad us two can talk about these things together !!!! 

YOUR FIRST TATTOOOO WHOAAAH thats so cool. i love tattoos hihi dfkja idk if u already had the appointment but tell me how it went after !! i wasnt able to find the sticker on the internet but im sure it looks hella pretty. also i love how it reminds you both of kpop and your grandma, its wonderful <3 i really want to get a tattoo one day,, and i also want something meaningful (not that i am hating on people that tattoo themselves just for fun and have no meaning behind their tattoos i just have commitment issues so i want something long lasting). alSO my crush (yes i have a crush now ew) has a tattoo and it looks like satan lowkey,,but apparently its a japanese something (i forgot the word oopsies) and it means jealousy, bad past and wisdom ?? i was like BOY IF U DONT??? fjdkla he has blue hair btw i am very much whipped but he also doesnt know me and i am older than him so this is embarrassing

ALSO I HOPE YOURE FEELING WELL AFTER GETTING THE VACCINE !!! 

ily <333

[ask-the-party-god]

Ask The Party God - Timeline

the pre-terezi-gang timeline post is here

height references over here

hi, im jade! everyones favorite party goddess and trans doggy girl~ but you already know that! if youre reading this, it means youre interested in learning more about my reality, because paradox space is fucking weird like that and you cant really be sure all the time

as far as im aware, everything up to the point where we beat the game happened without deviations from the alpha timeline? so this is what rose has talked about as a ‘terminal timeline’, or ‘post-canon’, or whatever the hell that is supposed to mean

we got to earth-c, and i settled in the troll kingdom because trolls are cool, dave and karkat were in the neighborhood, and the caverns are close by so i can visit rose and kanaya speedily as well! i still do have my old tower out on an island, with my workshop and garden, but i almost never sleep in it, too far away and isolated from everyone...

then one day i found this old active server in the furthest ring keeping tumblr active and i thought, hey, why not have some fun? ;D

as for the others...

my darling sis june egbert! she lives in the consort kingdom, but has been thinking about relocating elsewhere lately! she went through a rough patch right after the game, unsure of what to do and full of all sorts of doubts and questions, but shes doing a lot better nowadays! specially now that terezi is back, shes been a lot more peppy and hanging around with the lalondes particularly!

rose rose rose rose~ happily married to her wife kanaya, duh, but that doesnt make her any less of a flirty cutie! a while back she got really sick for a bit, and weve been keeping an eye on her just in case it happened again, but its been all good ever since! she helps kanaya at the caverns a bunch, which makes her schedule busy busy... and you didnt hear this from me, buuuut words out on the street that she and kanaya may be warming to the idea of having a kid! <3 well see how that goes!

one cool dude~ daves a little bit of a shut-in honestly! and honestly i dont blame him? he must be tired after all the timeline and time travel shenanigans, so he spends a good chunk of his time hanging out in his and karkats house! hes kind of awkward about opening up with feelings and stuff, and ive been trying to nudge him to be more open for a while! but with all the craziness thats been going down lately, and more people coming and going and getting together, hes starting to consider things he hadnt before~ hopefully, some specific someones? ;)

janey! my uh... ecto-mom, technically, although we see each other more like cousins than anything else! she still owns crockercorp, but ever since jasprose has been around, she has been spending a lot more time at home and just hanging out with her friends, which really, sounds a lot healthier than the big business thing she had going on a while back! she enjoys teaching me baking stuff, but doesnt have much patience for my decorating skills ;p

grandpa! and grandson technically, hehe, jakes kind of a weird case, hes a mixture of a shut-in, a celebrity and an adventurer! he can spend up to weeks at a time without leaving his manor, but then hell have full weeks of interviews and hiking, and thats not to say anything of when he and dirk put out another episode or two of their dumb comedy talkshow... hes often busy with stuff, but hes still a good pal and can clear his schedule in seconds if we need him for something!

one sweet nb dude! rox really is... something else, really! fun to tag along at a party, fun to chill at home playing games, fun to talk about more serious stuff and open up with him, he really is just solid as they come! hes been hanging out a lot more with june since she got out of her depressive slump, but sometimes i wonder if junebug finds weird to get flirty with roxy, considering im pretty sure we made out in front of her at some point or two... hehehe

dirk! if daves a bit of a shut-in, hes a shut-in times two, which is weird because youd think someone stuck in post-apocalyptic earth for so long would want to hang out more? not to say he DOESNT, though! hes around jake often enough, and keeps close to jane, roxy and dave specially! we dont see each other too often, but we HAVE been messing around with robots and planning out to upgrade our respective self-bots for funsies!

aradia! we only met briefly in dreams for the longest time, but i knew already that she was a riot! she came with terezis group after she finally found vriska, and seems pretty happy just... kind of... being around and watching shenanigans ensue! i actually dont know where she lives, but she drops by occasionally, because im apparently pretty ‘fun’... cant say i disagree ;)

sollux is blind, and not dead, and WILL kick you in the shins if you keep prying about how exactly he ended up like that, which is fair enough! he spends a good chunk of his time with aradia, and im not sure if theyre dating or not...? but hes been around the other trolls a bunch! specially kanaya, apparently theyre good friends that go way back! i guess they both DO style their hair similarly, with the side spike thingies...

the other half of the dave-kat duo! swooooon~ really though, i cant remember the last time i said “dave” or “karkat” without talking about the other shortly after... buuut theyre just roomies, and hell get awkward and grumpy if you even so slightly IMPLY otherwise, despite the fact everyone knows they fall asleep leaning against each other during friday movie night! roooolling my eyes~ with the rest of the living trolls having arrived, hes been a lot more willing to go outside, which im glad for! its healthy to get some fresh air from time to time, and specially hang out with friends!

oh-la-la, miss maryam-lalonde herself! kanayas the matriarch of the caverns, and quite the busy gal, having taken it upon herself to supervise her entire species reproduction and well-being... in my opinion, she needs a good vacation from time to time, and to be less of a workaholic! >:o ive been helping her occasionally in the caverns, and as of late weve begun trying to mess around with ectobiology for some troll-human crossing experiments with... not good results so far... but hey, rome wasnt built in a day!

terezis back, yes! after spending YEARS out there looking for vriska, she managed to find her and come back, the madwoman! personally im not sure why anyone would go to such lengths for... her... but also, its not my bond, not my place to speak, she obviously really loves her a bunch! with vriska no longer lost in the middle of the furthest ring, shes started to catch up with everything going on with earth-c, and i think shes really going to like being around! specially with how much june and the rest have missed her ;)

troublemaker extraordinaire herself! shes... well, shes vriska, im pretty sure she stole that eyepatch from sollux? so you just know she up to no good already >:/ speaking of her eyepatch, im not sure WHY shes wearing it? whatever kinda wound she got, she doesnt like mentioning it, despite bragging about defeating english at every chance she gets! terezi says they found her popping in and out of consciousness in the furthest ring with some messy wounds, and that shed probably been hovering out there after the fight for years... doesnt seem to have humbled her in the slightest <.<

callieeeee! theyre super sweet and wonderful but also really shy and awkward! they live with roxy but manage to outdo dirk in terms of shut-in-ness... they also totally like roxy but is unsure about approaching those feelings considering the whole species thing and whatever, ive been trying to get them to open up for a while now! weve written fanfic together and drawn grids, so i can definitely tell theres some attraction there, even if theyre afraid of acting upon it just yet <3

jaspie is roses bane, and the one cat that made me get used to their smell enough that i dont bark at them instantly anymore! im pretty sure she crashes at janes often, and is just as outgoing and flirty as i am around earth-c parties and bars, which is saying something honestly! i wont let her dethrone me as the party god, though >:)

and finally davepeta! theyre staying with june for the time being until they can get settled around and see what they want to do here! theyve also dropped by dave and karkats a bunch, which i most certainly dont mind! i definitely appreciate some help in bringing a romantic vibe into those twos lives~ ;o

and thats about it! theres also the nannasprites and tavrosprite and arquius, but they pop by so sporadically and rarely that i dont know what theyre doing a majority of the time... we lost track of gamzee after the session so hopefully hes totally gone, and we havent heard any message from caliborn in years... and with the furthest ring broken and the black hole sealed, leaving a weird white empty space right in the middle of reality, im not sure what our chances of bringing back the other trolls are :( but still, we keep living on happily over here and having our fun slice of life ending together!

id say after everything weve gone through, we deserve a big break, dont we? hehehe <3

also, particularly important events that happen and are recorded in this blog will be tagged as timeline shenanigans!